The Weekly Peanut, Issue 193
Forgive me if this issue sounds a bit incoherent in places. My kid is sick. Again. And for the past few nights, she's been wandering into my room between 1am-3am in a feverish daze with numerous hallucinated maladies (all treated with a dose of tylenol or ibuprofen). She follows up each initial visit about an hour later, which I'm just drifting back off, generally for a refill on her water (which she knows how to do without me) or a foot massage. Mondy night she came in whimpering that she'd thrown up in the bathroom. No. She hadn't. "I frew up on my pants." No. You didn't. Ugh. Did we not JUST get over stupid bronchitis, like, yesterday? Staying home with a kid who likes to randomly spike 103 fevers is not my idea of a good time.
The weekend was great, actually. Saturday Grandpa Bobo drove over for a visit, and we all went out to Titusville to visit Playlinda Brix Project (Daddy works for Playalinda brewing). D made Grandpa sit in the back with her and read Star Wars books on the ride over.
We also got to enjoy our first taste of Florida Fall this weekend. D was super excited to put on boots and leggings.
I'm super impressed with the new location and the menu and the prices. And the delicious, delicious beer. The kids' menu had a good variety for Daphne to choose from (she opted for grilled cheese).
Although I probably should have taken it as a sign that she was going to be getting sick when she curled up in my lap and actually let me rock and cuddle her. She was exponentially smaller the last time that happened.
Grandpa headed home, and we had plans to go to Sea World with Mellie on Sunday, but it seemed such a waste to NOT visit Disney when the weather was so glorious. I let D pick her outfit, and we headed out for a quick visit to Hollywood Studios. As we were approaching the entrance, some friends were coming out, so I let D decide where she wanted to go first. I'll give you one guess.
Yup. Aladdin. This time they raced each other around and played hide and seek behind his fancy new cape. Again, Aladdin ran out of things to say. Again, Daphne didn't care and wanted to just stand there giggling at him. I finally urged her along as a line was forming.
Spent some quality time with our favorite Warrior. They picked flowers together (which D insisted on Mulan keeping).
Daphne ran to her big sister next. She had Tiana dip her. Tiana asked if she had any recipes to share, and Daphne insisted she was too young for recipes. Lots of laughing and sweet moments. We waved to our friends and entered the park just in time to FINALLY hustle over and catch the Indiana Jones Epic Stunt Spectacular (D's first time). D has seen Raiders and liked it, so we wanted her to give something new a chance.
Daddy broke out some Nerds for Daphne to try while we waited. BTW- D picked out that Gaston dress, insisting "We need to show dis to Gaston, he really like it." I just hope she can still squeeze into it (it's a close thing even now).
D was REALLY into the opening segment, but then when they stopped the show and the "director" came out, she started getting confused. "Why dey do dat? Where dey going? Who dat?" She got very concerned when they rolled the opening set completely away. During the scenes, she'd be very interested, but she got a little confused and impatient on the in between sections. Understandable. The show ended, and D insisted we sit there and make sure they properly wheeled back the opening set.
While the crowd filed out, D sat. She watched. She waved at different stunt people as they walked by, seeming quite fascinated by all of it honestly. We noticed the Indiana and Marion stunt doubles had wandered over to the stands and were greeting some of the guests there. Asked D if she wanted to meet them. She promptly marched down to the floor and patiently waited her turn. She clung to my hand for about 2 seconds until Marion reached out her hand.
Forgive me if I vicariously live through my 4 year old for a minute here. They were so nice, and when Indiana opened his harms for a hug, D rushed into them. Thanks, Disney, for letting my kid meet some of MY childhood heroes.
The new Dr. Strange extended preview has begun screening at One Man's Dream. Ian and I really really wanted to go. D didn't. Had to have a long discussion about, every now and then, letting Daddy decide what we get to do and not just her. She at least liked exploring the exhibit while we waited.
D was pretty riveted by the trailer for Dr. Strange (if also full of questions I struggled to answer). The hardest question to answer was apparently getting D to understand what a preview even was. She liked the magic portals, and Ian and I were absolutely bowled over by the staggering visual effects being presented in that film. I'm the last person to enjoy a movie for effects alone, but the reviews coming out so far have me super hopeful.
Took D to Star Tours. She managed to keep her glasses on for most of it. Went home nice and early so we could get a full night's rest and enjoy Sea World the next day.
Thwarted. D woke up warm and got warmer. And warmer. Hoping she'd burn through it quickly, we hunkered down for the day. Dug up the Ewok movies on DVD and let her watch one.
Monday morning thwarted again. She woke up only slightly elevated, but Ian stayed with her while I worked. Ian texted me that she'd spiked back up to 103. Ugh. Was hoping Tuesday would also show improvement, instead it was mostly the same. Fever spikes. Treat with medicine. She acts mostly normal if a little tired once the medicine kicks in. SIGH. That's where we are now. Waiting for the fever to break.