Walking, walking, walking, walkingwalkingwalking. Disney World involves an obscene amount of walking. I remembered to bring our pedometer, which is ironic because I had forgotten to pack any pajamas for myself, and used it each day. On a full day, it counted out approximately four miles, with the most at six. I had also made sure to pack a change of shoes with me each day in hopes to avoid sore feet or blisters. I would start the day wearing my Keen sandals and within a few hours, I would change into a pair of flip flops to finish the day.
This was a pretty successful plan until Wednesday morning I couldn’t find my Keens. Actually, I’ve never found them and I’ve called Disney World’s Lost and Found a week after my return hoping that eventually they would have made their way into a castmember’s hands. My only guess is that I must have sat them next to me on a bench when changing and forgot to put back into our rented stroller and that some weirdo claimed them as their own.
Aside from walking, a lot of time was spent just looking around and getting sucked into Disney retail stores. Aitch is fairly easy to dissuade from buying up all the Disney dolls and stuffed animals she could get her hands on, but Doodicus wouldn’t let go of the idea of starting a Disney Collection of pins. What that entails is buying a lanyard and decorative pins, and when you saw someone wearing a pin you wanted, you try to negotiate with a pin you already had by trading for it. Doodicus wasn’t going to ask anyone; he just wanted to buy what he wanted at anywhere from $8 to $10 a piece. He wouldn’t even consider buying the simple sets of four to six pins, which were much cheaper but of course less desirable. He didn’t care that these were the pins he could trade specifically with castmembers who were required to hand over whatever pin another collector wanted as long as they traded something. He wore it one day.
As for rides, Doodicus’ favorite was Star Tours, a virtual ride incorporating 3D glasses. With much pleading I agreed to give it a try, but I get motion sick and was glad it was over when it was. Granted, it was pretty cool. Aitch loved the Teacups, and would beg Dad to spin faster. She would have done the more daring rides if it wasn’t for the height restrictions that kept her from going on just about any ride that Doodicus was willing to try. Sadly, one of the most innocuous rides at Magic Kingdom, the People Mover, was the one that determined what each of the kids would or would not go on. There’s a brief moment where it is pitch black. Both kids were a little wigged out. Doodicus decided to not go on the Space Mountain ride, and Aitch decided to not go on any ride where it meant going inside any kind of building where it might be dark. Which meant just about everything but the carousel and Teacups for the next five days.
Aitch also was so excited to see the characters throughout the parks. To SEE them from afar, that is. They scared the shit out of her, but after watching them in the line for 20 minutes, which was how long we’d have to wait to get a picture with many of them, she’d warm up a little and realize they were going to eat her head. The character she wanted to meet the most, Rapunzel, never did happen. The first time we came upon Rapunzel, her handler had just closed the line and Aitch was so sad. The second time, the line was so long I calculated it would have been a 45 minute wait and I’m sorry, but no, not even for my baby girl who in five years won’t remember one way or another.
Doodicus was a good sport the first day and let us take character pictures of him with Winnie the Pooh, Tigger, Piglet and Eeyore, but after that? No, no and NO.
By the end of the week, Doodicus would just turn towards the camera with an expression of boredom, his attempt to look “cool”. Aitch on the other hand hated the camera and we actually taught her to put her hands in front of her face and yell, “No paparazzi! I said, NO PAPARAZZI!!”
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