Disney World

For Mikie's third birthday, we thought it would be fun to go to Disney World. In reality, it was our five year wedding anniversary and we wanted to go somewhere on vacation. And, what better place than Disney World is there to go on a family vacation?

We survived the flight down with only minor issues. I may have threatened to throw Mikie from the plane if he didn't put his seat belt back on when it was nearing time to land. Thankfully, the majority of people on the flight were families with children (go figure, a Thursday morning flight to Orlando) so I managed to avoid the dirty looks from old men in suits. And, some helpful mother offered me a lolly pop. Actually, I think she intended it as a pacifier for Mikie, but since he didn't want it, I figured I shouldn't let it go to waste.

We paid extra to have our luggage delivered to the hotel directly from the airport. This is key when traveling with a 3 year old. Any amount of money you can pay to avoid the conveyor at baggage claim is worth it. No need to worry about him sitting on it or getting his fingers caught in it. No listening to the drone of "Mommy, is that our bag? Is that our bag? Is that our bag? Where's our bag, Mommy?" We brought our bathing suits in our carry on, and headed straight for the hotel pool to relax.
Some of you might be thinking, who goes to Disney World to hang out at the pool? After all the money you spent, you should be at the parks. These people would be the same people who either don't have kids or haven't taken them to Disney World. Mikie had no idea at this point that the pool wasn't the vacation destination. In fairness, we could have taken him to any hotel with a swimming pool, and he would have come home raving that it was the best vacation ever.

Later that evening, we ventured over to the Magic Kingdom to give Mikie a real taste of Disney World. I wanted to get some mouse ears, and figured we could catch the Light Parade and fireworks. As evidence by the picture below, Mikie was beside himself at seeing Mikie and Goofy in the light parade:Shortly thereafter, a float with the hippos from "Fantasia" came by (you know, the pink ones in tutus). Mikie turned from elated to petrified. Maybe he thought she was going to crush the crocodile (he likes alligators and crocodiles). So, we left part way through the festivities.

Thankfully, his phobia of hippos did not seem to affect his sleep. He slept like a child who ran around Disney World all day and was full of energy come Friday morning.

Love, The Trahans

Mickey Mouse's House

I need to start out this post by apologizing to my Aunt Maureen. When I was 12, my sister and I flew to California to visit my Aunt Maureen, Uncle Jimmy, and cousins James and Krista who were 6 and 3 respectively. They lived near Disney Land, and, since Katie and I had never been to any Disney park, Aunt Maureen and Uncle Jim took us all for the day.

Sometime in the early afternoon, we were forced to leave the park and drive back to the house to TAKE A NAP. When Katie and I told her we didn't take naps anymore, she told us to lay down anyway. Uncle Jimmy took us back to the park later until it closed at 1am to make up for the precious time we wasted napping. However, for the last 18 years, I have harassed her about this trip, because, what 12 year old leaves Disney Land during their first trip to take a nap?

Until last month, when Mike and I took our 3 year old to Disney World. And, I realized that while Mikie insisted he was not tired, I was exhausted. Disney World is sensory overload on a good day. Imagine trying to take in the sites while running after a 3 year old. Mike and I were physically and emotionally exhausted by the end of each day. By the end of the second day, after I swore that I could never leave my child with a perfect stranger, I broke down and hired a babysitter. On our final night there, we paid $14/hour + tip + food for a perfect stranger to watch our child while we went out to dinner. It was the most expensive date ever (cost of trip to Disney, including airfare, hotel, and park admission + cost of dinner at fancy restaurant + cost of babysitter) but was the most restful time of our stay there.

So, to Aunt Maureen, I extend my sincerest apologies. I now understand that YOU needed the nap and, with all these readers as witnesses, I vow never to make fun of you again.

More mouse blogs to follow. But, for now, I'm off to bed.

Love, The Trahans

Christmas

Now that Mikie is in school, he has been learning a lot of new things. Days of the week, months of the year, seasons, the weather, even holidays. He of course is very excited about the coming of Christmas. At least once a week, the post office graciously delivers "magazines" (aka, toy catalogs) to our house. Mikie studies them like he is studying for his MCATs. I only hope he is as studious when school starts. He finds something he likes, and the conversation goes like this:

Mikie: pointing to a toy "What's this, Mom?"

Mom: "Rock 'Em, Sock 'Em Robots."

Mikie: "Read it to me, Mom."

Mom: "'A classic since 1966. Remember the fun you had competing for the title? Two contenders control the plastic boxers every move until the winner knocks loose the other’s spring-loaded head. Lots of action and competition. Will Red Rocker or Blue Bomber prevail?'"

Mikie: "I could have these robots. I could get them for my birthday."

Mom: "Your birthday is over. You can ask Santa for them, and if you are a good boy, MAYBE he will bring them to you."

Mikie: "I will write a letter to Santa so he can bring me these robots for me." (as opposed to bringing them to our house for someone else.)

I figured, since he was so into the idea of Santa, that I would read some Christmas stories, and let him watch "Merry Christmas, Charlie Brown". Heck, if for no other reason than it is a welcome break from watching the "Cars" movie for the 1,000 time. Well, a week after watching the movie, we were sitting a dinner talking about holidays. I asked Mikie what happens at Christmas. Acceptable answers included "Baby Jesus is born", "Santa comes", "It snows", etc. Not Mikie. He looks at us and says "Christmas is commercial, Mom". "Christmas is a racket."

Evidently, instead of picking up on the love and acceptance in the movie, Mikie chose to remember "Christmas is a commercial racket."

Good grief.

Love, The Trahans