Once again, Leah wanted to get up early, so I took her out for a spin around the Boardwalk in the early hours this morning, but this time, I brought my real camera and got some good shots across the lake. We hit the Boardwalk Bakery for a chocolate chip muffin (sorry, gluten-free Leah!), checked out the Christmas decorations inside the Beach Club, and continued around to the Yacht Club, where Leah watched their train for a while. Crossing back over to the BW side, we saw them setting up the satellite uplink trucks and security perimeters at the Atlantic Dance Hall for the College Football Awards show, which is here tomorrow night. Denard, swing by and see me if you’re town baby!
After my pleasant (but too) early morning with Leah, we woke Aly up and got her ready for the Princess Storybook breakfast at Akershus in the Norway pavilion at EPCOT. Leah was already ready for her first nap, so she slept in the stroller on the walk into EPCOT and around the front of the World Showcase while Rachel detoured over to Soarin’ to grab fastpasses for later in the day (that’s the kind of pre-kids commando stuff we used to do all the time). Leah woke up right after we parked the stroller at Norway, so the timing worked out pretty well.
The early riser and I spent some time on the Boardwalk this morning and got some good iPhone pictures.
We got our typical late start this morning (Leah up at 6:30, Aly must be waken at 8:00 and then takes forever to get moving – two kids is so much more work than one kid times two) and finally made our way to Magic Kingdom. Our original plan for today was EPCOT all day today, but after missing MK yesterday during World War Aly, we decided to switch things up. By the time we got there, it was time for Leah’s first nap. Poor thing, finally makes to the place with the magic and she’s conked out in the stroller.
The day began with a DEFCON 2 Aly meltdown, so we ended up skipping MK this morning and giving her some down time in the room while I grocery shopped. I can’t believe we’ve been in Florida for three days and no MK yet, but such is how your life changes when you successfully (open to interpretation, of course) procreate.
We confirmed today that Leah’s not quite comfortable with characters yet, but had a fun trip to AK nonetheless. Check out her post-character pictures with Mickey and Thumper – she’s mad when they touch her. Aly loves them though, and she had eight of their autographs before 11am.
We had a great lunch at Yak & Yeti – lettuce cups, honey chicken, stir-fried beef & broccoli, and cream cheese-filled fried wonton dessert goodness. Should stretch out the stomachs nicely for ‘Ohana tonight, lol.
i was going to accuse him of sending me viruses again, but i figured that was not the best way to act with him if i want to someday gain his virtual friendship
This is a REAL KILLER APPLICATION! I am surprised by the lack of attention from the geek tech sites. IFTTT really helps herd the internet cat cluster-fuck!
Our AirTran trip was great – Aly was in the cockpit for about five minutes before we left GRR, and again for another five minutes after the flight. Both pilots were great with her – thanks Captain Dave and Captain Patrick!
We had dinner at Chef Mickey’s and Aly loved all the characters. Leah, not so much. She’d get excited and start shouting at them when she spotted them, then clam up when they came near. If they touched her, instant tears (check out the two Goofy pictures). It was cute. Hopefully she’ll do better tomorrow.
It all started so innocently:
Ed: The following was posted as a comment in reply to my blog post about social norms when standing at urinals, and does such a fine job of taking me to task that I felt it worthy of its own post. Enjoy.
From the mind of Louis:
|There is a key word in the phrase “public restroom”: public. Public is defined as open to all persons. Yet ever since middle school I have heard the rumors of an unspoken rule of no talking at the men’s bathroom urinals.The excuses are many, but most defend this sacred notion (as Ted does) that once a grip on the tool has occurred silence is customary. While the positions are similar, I hate to burst any man’s bubble but you’re not teeing up a golf shot. You are engaging in an activity every other healthy member of our species has embraced since our genesis. There are no mysteries or questions when approaching another at a urinal. It’s basic. And if you happen to recognize the person who is in mid-stream, a greeting is perfectly fine.|