Raising a kid and going to WDW. A lot.

The Weekly Peanut, Issue 131

The Weekly Peanut, Issue 131

Ok, so maybe I won't be selling the kid. Yet. 

She's still manipulative and pushy... but at least she was a little bit more polite about it this week. They say life never gives you more than you can handle, but I will say that these past weeks have definitely been putting that to the test.  It looks like we're going to have to say goodbye to our fur baby, Fiona, soon.

So far I'm not as emotionally wrecked over it as the last time we had to go through this, probably because I've had time to come to terms with it.  When Fiona was diagnosed with heart disease and a non-malignant cancer a couple years ago, we were told we'd have a year left and that the heart would probably take her out before the cancer had a chance.  Here we are now, way past her expiration date, and it looks like a benign tumor in her tummy is starting to interfere with the ability of her other organs to function. She's still eating and digesting, so I suppose we're just waiting for her to let us know when she's done.  The harder part this time around is going to be how to handle Daphne in all this. When we said goodbye to Charlotte, D was still a baby.  Now? Daphne takes Fiona on her walks and gives her cuddles and calls her "my bess friend!" 

On the positive side, the house we have under contract survived inspection, passed with flying colors even. Daphne surprised me again by being reasonably patient and well-behaved throughout.  We still don't want to jinx ourselves, but we couldn't help ourselves from indulging in a little furniture window-shopping.  

Daphne loved the mall.  That little boy in green took her under his arm and showed her how to shoot hoops and protected her from the rest of the balls flying all over the place (Yes, I quoted Clueless to anyone who would listen about balls flying at my face. Yes, Ian picked it up and said there goes my social life). 

The Inside Out obsession continues.  It's looking like "Miss Gust" is definitely her favorite. As a reward for the week's improved behavior (and our mental well-being) we decided on a morning trip to Magic Kingdom for Sunday.  

Daphne got to debut her Anger dress at last.  It gives good twirls. We got there only a little after open, but Peter Pan's flight already had a 40 minute wait. So where did we end up? Ugh. Small World.  I swear, I didn't prompt her to do this for the picture, though...

Covering her head was the theme of the day any time an attraction got loud. She did it at Tiki Room, Haunted Mansion, and Philharmagic, too. The cast all loved her ensemble, and we found ourselves stopping and making new friends.

It wouldn't be a trip to Magic Kingdom without visiting old friends, too. More like family at this point. 

They danced and twirled.

Daphne's newest schtick: practicing her different Inside Out faces. Disgust, Anger, Fear, Sadness. Tiana joined in, too. 

Disney Magic. Every. Time. 

Took D on the Barnstormer.

Apologies for the bat in the cave

Apologies for the bat in the cave

We escaped the heat for a while in Dumbo's indoor playground.  Let D fly solo. Really impressed with how cautious but determined she was to do everything, petticoats be damned. Check out my future Ninja Warrior.

At last we made our way back to Town Square to see the summer incarnation of the Trolley Show. The Trolley Kids are always so great with kiddo, too.

They practiced Inside Out faces. They played hide and seek at the train station. Two Kids even followed Daphne around and let her babble endlessly about Magic Kingdom geography. "Dass Cinderella castle!" "Oh, you know Cinderella let's us visit her there sometimes..." "NO! DASS CINDERELLA CASTLE!" "See dose? Dey  Mickey flowers. Das Mickey store."

Noisy Philharmagic.

Impromptu singing party waiting for the Enchanted Tiki Room. Daddy was pretty tuckered and recovering from a cold so we called it a day. 

Every week is so up in the air right now, I never know what's in store. I think I'm ready to say goodbye if Fiona tells us it's time, but I have a sinking suspicion I won't handle the reality as well as the theory.  

The Weekly Peanut, Issue 132

The Weekly Peanut, Issue 132

The Weekly Peanut, Issue 130

The Weekly Peanut, Issue 130