“But the most wonderful thing about Tiggers is….”
Well? What is it? Do you remember?
Sorry, getting ahead of myself here.
First of all, note to self: Do not attempt to write a post at nearly midnight. Especially not while Blogger’s spell check option is still down and you are too lazy to paste it into Word to use spell check. Otherwise, you will re-read said post the next day and find a zillion typos and cringe.
To all of you who read that post before I could get my editing hands on it, I sincerely apologize.
Alrighty now, peeps.
I promised pictures. And because I followed the leading of the Lord and unloaded my camera card the day before The Camera Incident, I actually have pictures with which to fulfill that promise.
Which is a Very Good Thing, because otherwise I would have lost this picture:
And I would have had to banish myself from stepping foot in the Happiest Place on Earth ever again as penance.
Because, DO YOU SEE THAT??? Troy got to meet Tigga-Tigga… er, uh, Tigger. This was at the beginning of D’land Day Two, and was certainly the highlight of both days put together. He was beside himself. He’d been talking all week about wanting to see “Mick Mouse,” but his 23-month-old mind never dreamed he’d see Tigga-Tigga.
He was ready to bounce right out of that stroller seat.
Troy loves Tigger, mostly because he figured out the first time he watched The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh that Tigger lives for bouncing. Not unlike the little boy who lives in this house. So he frequently hops and jumps around the house, singing to himself, “Bounce! Bounce! Tigga-Tigga!”
When he saw his big orange-and-brown-striped buddy, he didn’t even hesitate to go right up, adorned in the Tigger ears he’d already been wearing, and say, “HI! Tigga-Tigga!” and give him hugs, kisses and the whole nine yards.
It was slightly different than the pictures we have of me at his age with Cinderella, my then-favorite Disney character–so awe-struck that I clung to my parents in stunned silence.
Even Merritt showed more enthusiasm for the trip than Disney-crazed-me seemed to, judging from those Cinderella pictures.
Although it could just have something to do with the fact that he was all comfy in the stroller and was being held much of the time.
We love to stop and listen to the ragtime piano player on Main Street. When John and I were engaged and my family was at the Land of the Mouse, we talked to the piano player for a bit and he even asked me to play on that old piano. I’d love to say that I’d hopped right up and played “The Entertainer” with ease, but my nerves got the best of me and I sat there and drew an utter, complete blank. Also, the only version of “The Entertainer” I’d ever played was probably all of four lines long, consisted of about two “hand positions” and said “Alfred’s Level 2″ on the cover. But I did go home and learn Elite Syncopations after that day at D’land to play in my next recital.
This is Mom and I at the beginning of Day One, pre-ears.
This is Mom and Troy, partway through Day One, post-ears.
Then Troy and me, post-ears.
Dad and Zach are too cool for ears. But not us, nosirree. We are too cool to NOT wear ears. Mmhmm.
And if you want some hilarious back story to the ears and Disney hats, read it here. Goodness gracious, we are a crazy bunch.
At the beginning of Day Two, we stopped inside the entrance and took the Token Shot In Front of the Mickey Mouse Face… the boys, Zach and I.
Then we did the same shot with Mom and Dad and the boys–Grammie and Grandpa Dule with the grandbabies.
Ha. It looks like that’s them with their own little family. That’s what they get for letting their daughter get married at eighteen. How dare they??? AHEM.
We think Troy is going to love him some thrill-rides when he’s older. Look close–see his hands in the air?
Although, to be quite honest, this is not something he only does when riding on the “Dudmo” ride with Grammie. He also raises his hands in his carseat and shouts, “Slow down!! Woohoo!!” any time we round a curve in the car or drive over 40mph. It has nothing, NOTHING, to do with my driving. Don’t go thinking bad things about me, now.
Merritt, on the other hand, is quite content to simply sit in Grandpa’s arms.
Well, most of the time, I guess. Somehow, Grandpa Dule always gets Merritt right before it’s time for him to eat.
Time for the baby to eat, that is, not the Grandpa. Well, maybe the Grandpa too, but he’s a little more self-sufficient when it comes to feeding himself.
After all his talk about wanting to see Mick Mouse and the great reception Tigger received earlier in the day, Troy and I waited in a ridiculously long line to see The Mouse Himself in his home in Toon Town. And as it would happen, Troy then decided he wasn’t too sure about seeing the Mouse. Talking to him was fine, but sitting with him to take a picture wasn’t so appealing.
Sorry Mickey, I guess Tigger won this time around.
But he did give Mickey a hi-five before we left the Mouse’s humble abode.
Frankly, playing in this little stationary car proved to be more fun. And there wasn’t a forty-five minute line to play in the car.
Some friends of Zach’s–two sisters, Jessie and Lindsey, who he knows from Camp Ironwood and who also like bluegrass music–met us there for the day to celebrate Jessie’s birthday.
They all got hats, too, in case you missed that fact.
While they stood in line for Indiana Jones and the two moms talked and held Merritt, Dad and I took Troy on a few more little-person-type rides. We went on Dumbo again and the Teacups twice. The Three Musketeers we were.
At the end of it all, we had two tired out little boys. Not to mention the mom, grandparents and uncle.
But it was oh-so-worth-it. Because after all, this is the Happiest Place on Earth.
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