|That’s my little sister. We LOVE Disney.
Yes, that much.
We have Disney fever in my house. And I’m pretty sure it’s contagious, so don’t breathe near us unless you want to fork over the credit card and start booking your vacation (and if you do, call my friend Kimberly at MouseTalesTravel, she’ll hook you up).
It all started like this:
My mom turned 60 this July, and when asked what she wanted to do to celebrate she said, naturally, “I want to go to Disney World”. After all, isn’t that what most 60 year olds wish for their birthday? However, summer was a busy time for the whole family, so we decided to wait to take our trip in September.
Coincidentally, my oldest spawn turns 5 on this same vacation. Confession time: Since he was born in 2006, I have been to Disney World three separate times…without him (two of those after Kain’s birth, he stayed home as well). I know, I know, shred my application for Mom of the Year, that’s got to count as a disqualification. So anyway, when we started planning this trip back in the early spring, I mentioned once to Rowen that we were going to Disney World for his birthday.
I mentioned it one. single. time.
Then I started to see those commercials, you know the ones where the parents completely surprise their children by not telling them they were going to go to Disney World until they were already ON the plane, or something like that? They jump, they scream, they cry, they declare “you are the greatest parents on earth” and so on and so forth. And I thought, how AWESOME would that be for all involved? A Kodak moment to never be forgotten. So I swore off mentioning Disney World again, and forbid my family from doing the same around the children, so that we could surprise them when the day came.
However, I greatly underestimated the memory of my 4 year old.
A few months after the sole mention of the vacation, we were at the playground. A nice older women was there with her grandchild , and all of the kids were playing together. She said sweetly to Rowen “and how old are you?” to which he replied, very matter of factly: “I’m four. But on my next birthday, when we go to Disney World, I’ll be five.” I’m pretty sure my jaw dropped. How did he remember THAT?
|My kids: “excuse me, do you know where our mom went
on vacation with out us?” Genie : Nope, not a clue.
Geppetto: Sorry, haven’t seen her!
From that point on it snowballed. In the grocery store pet aisle “Mom, I wish we could get a dog bone, for the dog I want for my birthday. But, oh yeah, we are going to Disney World instead.”
And the daily questions of who resides in this magical land: “Wall E? Lightning McQueen? The blue genie dude? What about those guys from Tron, they live there too, don’t they? I saw that castle in the beginning of the movie” (the infamous opening scene …you may recall me writing about this scene before, you know, when my then 3 year old told me to go get a job? ). Yes. Yup. Uh huh. Yeah, those guys too.
NOW …I know what you are all thinking….”Oh heeeeey you must be going to run the Wine and Dine half marathon, since you will be there that SAME WEEK aren’t you?” And the answer is heartbreakingly, NO.
Shocking, isn’t it?
But there are three very good reasons for it:
1) Mom graciously did the booking, and despite my belief that EVERYONE should love running SO much that their first thought when planning a vacation is “hey, I wonder if there are any races there this week?” , this is not the case, so we are leaving the day before the race. I can’t fault her for that one, us runners are seriously just not normal.
But I’m still bubbling with excitement none the less. So much so, I had to write an entire blog post about how excited we (I) are (am).
So, if any of you are going to be in Walt Disney World that week for the Wine and Dine half marathon, say hi if you see me! I’ll be the girl full of 98% happiness, excitement, and glee…..
and 2% giving you the jealous evil eye. I know runners when I see them, and I know what you are there for….