I know it's been said, many times, many ways...we went to Disney, again. (You're supposed to be singing this to the tune of the Christmas Song, preferably with your best Nat King Cole voice).
A trip to Disney at Christmas has officially become a tradition. We took Sweetie and set the pace to "let's just come back without blisters" and had one of the most enjoyable trips we've ever taken. Parades? Didn't make a single one. Fireworks? Only what we could take in from the top of our hotel. Swimming in December? Absolutely. Ok, that only applies if you're (almost) 4 and (almost) 6. We're pretty sure that the princess phase is waning for Grace (that tattered yellow ballgown that she LIVED in for over a year now resides on the bottom of her closet) but this trip was kind of her princess swan song. We dined with royalty twice and waited in line so many times to meet and greet Belle that she called Grace by name. During the two occasions when we saw Belle but kept walking, Belle spotted Grace and gave her the official Disney Princess wink and wave. As for Andy, he was just happy to be there. He was happy to wait in line, happy to eat ice cream at 10am, happy to go down the big water slide (even though he wont go near the tiny one at home), everything was just plain right in Andy's world...as long as you didn't mention the Tower of Terror or the "back back" water ride in Norway...those two things he "never ever even just one time wants to ride."
The pictures:
The big surprise...at Sweetie's house, which is a mere 5 minutes from the airport.
With a direct flight, within 5 hours of telling the kids, we were in Epcot waiting to have dinner with Belle. Grace is holding the Christmas card that we mailed (and Mommy retrieved) to Belle two days prior to the trip.
Testing the water...it was freezing. Wish that stopped us.
Fearless Andy was a little afraid of the rides, cautious Grace was not. Tower of Terror 5 times.
