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The vacation is over and we are on our way home. I am in a fog. I think I wrote two days ago but I'm not sure. Here are a few highlights of our Disney Vacation. (This would probably be more clear if the kids weren't bouncing off the walls of our Holiday Inn Express room which has bunk beds...and my husband wasn't asking me about what David Letterman did and Jon Gosselin wasn't on the TV saying absurd things)

Now for the vacation moments...we went to the Cinderella's Royal Table (I thought this was a Princess experience but the only princess was Cinderella at the entrance) This royal extravaganza featured a little song and dance by two mice and the Fairy Godmother (and no autographs...at least the food was much better than at Chef Mickey). We did get to experience the inside of Cinderella's castle and it is quite exciting. (AND they had iced tea, anyone who reads my Facebook status will know that I was having severe iced tea withdrawals while experiencing The Magic Kingdom) I was also called "My Lady" by the servers...probably the first and last time this will ever happen in my lifetime. H was a princess, M called a prince and Greg was a lord...the kids will probably be called this quite a few more times, and Greg will probably never let me forget he was called a lord and will probably refer to himself as lord for the rest of his life.

We attended at luau at The Polynesian Resort. Yummy food was served up (minus the coconut pineapple bread...who would have thought that it was possible to bake bread that I wouldn't eat?) The show was pretty hokey, the dancing was fun to watch and the fire dancer was awesome except for one little problem, I found myself saying to M over and over "Don't ever do that!" You know little things like running one's hand over the torch, touching the flame to the tongue, or balancing the two burning ends of the torch on one's feet...I kept having visions of M trying this at home. Oy. M kept asking why is he putting fire on his tongue? Why did he touch the fire with his hands? Why did he put the fire on the floor? Bad images of M and matches coming up in my head.

Mickey's Not So Scary Halloween Party was lots and lots of fun, a great parade and an unbelievable fireworks display but I did notice even Mickey is suffering from the recession...there was not nearly the amount of chocolate distributed as at the last two Not So Scary Parties we attended. I missed that good chocolate...out of all the candy I only had one Butterfinger and one Oh Henry candy bar...a dismal haul compared to previous loot distributed by Mickey. M is hooked on the Buzz Lightyear ride and still refused the Pirates. I had to carry him out of the Haunted Mansion. We only got as far as the entrance when his eyes filled with tears and rolled down his sweet little cheeks. I am getting some really good blackmail material for when this boy grows up and I need to outwit him to do his chores (I am sure he is going to be taller than me and spanking threats just won't work as well as humiliating him in front of his friends)

Our resort was a big hit...we were able to go out and watch the zebras and giraffes after a fun filled day of teacups and Dumbo. The pool had a water slide that the kids could not get enough of...down the slide, into the pool, climb out of the pool, up the slide, come down the slide, and do it again, and again, and again.

There were lots of funny moments provided by M. If only I had a tape recorder for his clarifying of what was real, what was a robot, or the explanations for things provided by H. Tonight M wanted to H to count to "millionaire" and H explained a "millionaire" is something that can't be counted and goes on forever and I had to explain a "millionaire" is someone with a million dollars and "infinity" goes on forever.

My absolute favorite character experience was not provided by either character dining experience but stumbling over Cinderella's stepmother and two stepsisters...these ladies were a hoot! Watching them pose for pictures and listening to them talk to the kids getting their autograph books signed had me in stitches. Cinderella's stepsister asked M if he was eligible for marriage and gave him a kiss with lots of lipstick. He couldn't get that lipstick mark off fast enough. He rubbed it on his dad's shirts and demanded to go to the bathroom to wash it off with soap. H was told to scram after her picture...Anastasia taught one little girl dressed like Jasmine to shimmy and the stepmother scolded her about ladies not doing the shimmy.

M spied a gun on our first day by the Pirate ride and in Frontierland and for four days we listened to him beg for a gun. I didn't want to haul this around for the entire trip so I made him wait until our last day. I am not sure this was the wisest decision I ever made but I did use "if you don't ____ you won't get your gun" threat...a lot. H wanted a parasol and unfortunately, making her wait resulted in no parasol, they weren't being sold on Main Street last night and the store in Liberty Square that sold them was closed...I will be ordering a lace parasol online and I am sure I will pay dearly to fulfill this promise to my little princess.

Hopefully, my mind will recall the funny things said by these two...but I wouldn't hold my breath, my brain is in a fog, it is old and worn out by Little People and I am kind of hoping that tomorrow I will still know my name and address...I have given up on remembering my phone number...