It doesn’t get miuch better than this.

I’m in the middle of family building lifetime memory making week. The “kids” and I are down in Orlando, Florida for the rest of the week. I am over the moon with silly gidiness as I have been wanting to get these two down to Disney before they get too old.

Plus, I have to confess; I adore Disney World. I know it stands for everything that I hate in a certain way – corporate, sell out, made in China, herd us like sheep mentality that allows all sorts of horrid injustice to permeate our world, but I cannot help it. This is my fourth trip down to Disney and I still giggle like a 5 year old. And that is before the added layer of watching my kids reaction to this place.

I am a very happy momma this week. Doubly blessed as this was kinda of a last minute vacation surprise for us. Their oldest Darcy cousin’s high school band had an opportunity to play at Disney and so it was deemed that family would converge upon Orlando at said time to see said cousins, now plural, and aunts, uncles, etc. Rye’s pretty damn great on his own, but his family is often a super added bonus. D’Arcy blood runs deep.

Rye had firefighting training already scheduled, and I know, a resistance to the idea of a Disney vacation, so he *thinks* that getting me down here with the kids to fulfill my family vacation fantasy will save him from ever having to take this trip. He stayed home in New York. It was snowing when we left, snowing when I talked to him last and 4 to 5 inches of snow predicted for tonight. I am sitting in a chaise by the pool working on my iPad. I know I got the better part of this deal and I am still resolved that one day he WILL experience Disney World. I just can’t see how he can say that he “doesn’t like it” and has never step one foot within a parcel of Disney acreage. It just goes against all things good and holy in my book.

(I swear I am receiving zero compensation for glorifying Disney. This post is in no way sponsored, though it might as well be.)

Disney World Rocks

I can’t help it. There is just something magical about this place. I am in awe of the vast resources and attention to detail which makes pretty much all contact with things Disney to be absurdly pleasant. Its like imagination taken to the extreme and then amplified some more. Every time I come here, I always think about how amazing it must be to be able to work for Disney and design these places. I told Colleen that if I ever ran away, it would be to Disney.

So I clap my hands and giggle in delight. Alternately, I am beklempt and my eyes glisten with emotions. Apparently THAT it is a genetic trait to lean towards the emotionally dramatic, as Scarlett was also overcome to tears at several points during the day today. As I said to her, Disney is one of the few places where it really is like they show on the commercials. They deliver on their promises. Yes, she and I walk around together giggling, holding hands, I embarrass the kids with my goofiness, I think they are surprised by my good nature.

Building the Non Traumatic Memory

I want to remember everything. I want them to remember everything. I want every perfect memory to be recalled forever in the memory banks of their childhood’s. Judge my mothering by this memory. Remember this trip and say that you had a happy childhood when you asked in ten years, in twenty.

Moments like last night, sitting with Tristan in the hot tub, watching the moon peek out above a palm tree and he says,” I love FLorida. This is the BEST VACATION EVER”
Or today, watching his face as we walked into the giant Lego land and seeing the wall of Legos.
Or Scarlett’s face as she saw the giant Lego Dragon coming out of the lake; she is surprised, “Are the Legos in the water?” I lean in and say to her, “This is Disney. They can do whatever they want. It’s the Honey Badger of incredible imagination.”

I have to agree, so far this has been one of the best vacations ever.