Disney Adventures: Part I

Thursday, June 25, 2015

I've been on a bit of blogging hiatus for 2 reasons:
1. My pre-Disney trip anxiety.
2. My post-Disney trip recovery.
We had a pretty great trip, I must say. It was short (5 days, 4 nights), it was hot, it was expensive, but we had such a good time with our family. I've had so many people say to me "Why are you taking him so young? He'll never remember it!" Well, they're probably right. But being able to go together with Lucca's cousins who are so much older than him, this was the time to do it. And no, he won't remember it. But Greg and I will never forget the look of absolute joy and excitement when he got to dance and hug Mickey and all of his friends. If anything, this trip was for us. So what? 
We have been back for five days now, and he keeps asking me "Mommy, we go back castle?" Right now, he remembers. He looks at his stuffed Mickey Mouse like that guy is about to get up and start dancing around. 
But before the trip even started, I was so nervous about taking him on the airplane. I'll be honest, I've always had sympathy for parents with crabby kids on planes. Sure, kids can be jerks. But don't you feel bad for the parent who has to endure the whiny,  seat-kicking, tantrum-throwing, loud child for 2+ hours? All while taking the heat from hateful stares and under-the-breath comments from people sitting around them? I mean, damn. That's tough. They deserve a cocktail, not unsolicited advice about what to do to make them stop crying.

I wasn't so much worried about what Lucca was going to do on the airplane. I was more worried about how I could handle it. Would I be irritated? Would I be embarrassed? Would I want to punch someone in the face? I wasn't sure how things were gonna go down. I wanted to prepare myself for the absolute worse-case scenarios that could ever happen when flying with a toddler.

In the end, I feel like I worked myself up for nothing. We strolled through the airport like a breeze. We let him run around in and out of people's legs through the airport to tire him out. We fed him a gazillion snacks and brought out an arsenal of cheap, new toys for him to keep himself busy. we loaded the iPad with new shows. (I did a lot of blog-type research for flying with toddlers. I was NOT going to go in blind for this adventure!)

The only time he went buck-wild was the last twenty minutes of our return flight. It was the longest 20 minutes of our lives. He was done, he was over it, and just as I handed him an applesauce pouch to eat to help him with his ears popping, he grabbed it and started flinging it around. Applesauce went flying and covered my face and the window. Thank God we were sitting on the inside seat, otherwise I don't think anybody sitting next to us would have really appreciated that.

We made it, we survived, we had a wonderful time and now we're still in recovery mode. I'll post later about our Disney adventure, and how even though Lucca is almost two years old, this kid had a pretty kick-ass time. In fact, I'm feeling pretty inadequate as a mother not being able to entertain him with his favorite Disney characters during dinner time. He's gonna need to get over that...

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