The Weekly Peanut, Issue 128
Welcome to DivaTown. Population: Daphne.
Kiddo is has been wearing her Bossypants and tossing sass around like she'll never get a chance. Ever. In her whole life. Another example: I am dropping Daphne off at school and chatting with a couple of the teachers. Daphne is putting things away in her cubby. Miss Jazz, "Daphne. I like your skirt." We continue chatting. Thirty seconds later, Miss Jazz, "Hey Daphne, I like your skirt!" Daphne swiveled around, propped her hands up on her hips, shoved her chin out, "I already SAID thank you!" Complete with neck swivels. This little incident has become a favorite story, being passed around among the teachers at the school. Oh, sure, it's cute and funny NOW, but there is a very limited window in this kid's life where that will be the case. VERY. LIMITED.
We're adjusting to the somewhat cramped lifestyle in the condo. The tiny kitchen isn't very conducive to cooking, so we've been eating out a lot (something we're going to try to correct this coming week).
We finally got to introduce D to Snow White. She asked to watch it two nights in a row, so I think it's safe to assume she dug it. Dopey is her favorite.
Saturday we returned to WDW, Epcot specifically. Compliments Grandma Marc and Grandma DeeDee, Daphne is finally an annual pass holder.
Of course we did Spaceship Earth first. It should be said that, despite the "summer crowds of Disney," Epcot stayed remarkably dead the entire time we were there. Possibly because of early showers (which also helped to keep the temperature remarkably tolerable). We did Nemo before the rain started. "MOMMY TAKE MY PICTURE!" Yes ma'am.
We did Turtle Talk. D continues to not want to go sit on the floor with the other kids. I'm not surprised, since D seems to be having a resurgence of codependence and clinginess. I think it's a phase. It's probably a phase..... I love the cuddles but, please, be a phase.
We managed to ride Figment with absolutely no wait as well (Ian and I kept wondering where everybody was). We made our way into the World Showcase and D requested (*cough* demanded *cough*) a coloring stop. During which, a woman came up and started coloring her own version. D watched. The woman help up her duck, "Is it beautiful?" D, "NOPE." [This is where I hide my face].
Woman "Oh no? What should I do?" D commenced to hand her markers and point to where the color should go on the duck, until finally D gave her nod of approval and a high-five to the woman (but not before trying to talk the woman into giving her the duck coloring, which I put the kibosh on very quickly). It started raining again as we made our way toward China to be reunited with D's favorite warrior princess.
Indoor meetings mean a change of location. D and Mulan walked around the temple and listen to their voices echo as they called out to Mushu to see if he was hiding.
Not being outside did not stop D from conning her friend into letting her pick flowers, fake though they may have been. Mulan gave D a cherry blossom for her hair.
It really is nice to be in a park that feels relatively empty and have no agenda. We let D wander, so of course her next stop was the drums in Africa. One of several spots in Epcot that D would never leave.
We got word at that point that our friends had arrived and would meet us in France. It was only the promise of seeing "My friend, Bella!" that got D away from the drums.
Ian had to go to a work function in Tampa, so D and I hung out with Bella and her family. After a quick lunch we parked ourselves in the shade at the International Gateway and let the girls run around. This is a frequent spot for character training. We saw Alice and Mary walking by after doing their meets in the UK, D was decidedly not interested. Then, be still my heart, somebody VERY special emerged from one of the buildings and started making her way to the training area of the gateway.
"D, Look!" D screamed. Not even kidding. Then she tried to hind behind my arm. This kid sings the praises of Maleficent constantly. Finally gets a chance to see her? Terrified. Of course. Jeanne, Bella's mom (and fellow villain devotee), offered to hold D so I could meet Maleficent. No, Thank You, I've already had my solo moment with the mistress. Instead, I got into line, holding my kid in my arms, snuggled tightly against my neck, and gently tried to talk D into the meeting. Normally I wouldn't bother when D seemed so adamantly against something, but I also firmly believe that you should only be afraid of things in this world that might legitimately harm you. Like spiders. O_O
When it was our turn, I handed my phone off to Jeanne and walked up. I totally had myself together this time (I fangirled too hard the first time I met Mal, bowing and scraping). This time we talked trash about Aurora (and glared at her gazebo across the waterway). D started out hiding her face against my neck. Maleficent, for her part, made no attempt to talk D out of it, but just talked to me. By the time we were posing for photos, D had a minute to look at Mal and, if you look at the picture, you can see toward the end she had started reaching out to touch Maleficent's cloak. When we went to leave D raised her head and waved. She didn't scream or pitch a fit, so I considered it a win.
"IS THAT DAPHNE?!" We turned. FINALLY1 After months and months of interacting on instagram, Soleil and her mom Jennifer were in line to meet the Mistress of All Evil. Meeting new kids? D never had any qualms there.
Soleil is like a look at D in a couple of years. Within moments of being introduced she was embracing the girls, sharing her string cheese, and saying to me "Take my picture!" while striking a perfect Diva pose. Oh yes, two peas in a pod those girls. Soleil and her mom were near the end of the line, and after a few minutes of talking to Soleil, D looked back up at Maleficent, turned to me and declared, "I meet her!" So here we are, back in line to meet Maleficent.
Take two. D and Soleil approached Maleficent completely on their own agenda. Jennifer and I tried to get the girls to turn around and pose, but they were too busy telling Maleficent all about their own magical powers. D kept trying to show Maleficent her "magic powers hand" (the Elsa hand). Maleficent, for her part, looked like she had no idea how to deal with those two girls. D did not hide or act scared, in the end she posed right next to Soleil. No hugs, but this is the Mistress of All Evil, not Winnie the Pooh.
D, Soleil, and Bella then decided to chase each other around for a while. This is why whenever I ask D what she wants to do at Disney these days the first thing she says is, "see my friends!"
I looked at my phone: after 3. I said goodbye to everyone and started herding Daphne into the stroller knowing meltdown time was imminent. I wasn't wrong. Sigh.
Sunday morning was the inspection on the house we have under contract to purchase. We were terrified. We decided to take some of the pressure off by enjoying some breakfast and coffee at B3...
...and doing some shopping at Kohl's. D grabbed this outfit off the rack and said, "Look, Mommy! I find Pascal!"
Inspection time. I set up a hotspot for D with my phone so she could watch Netflix (Barbie Dreamhouse show. Again. Oy) and "do essersizes!" in one of the bedrooms.
I'm very happy to report that the inspection went great and the sale is moving forward. We celebrated with lunch at La Granja...
and furniture shopping at Rooms To Go. Daphne likes spinning chairs and rockers the most.
Also it shall be noted that D has found her dream bed. I would also like one in my size, thank you very much.