Dinner at T Rex; A happy boy with our new in car dvd (for the long ride to Michigan!), and a hotel selfie.
Magic Kingdom strollers; a quick rain shower downpour in poncho’s!; churro’s and pretzels.
Tropical Storm Andrea (really???); hotel hangout.
One sick little girl; gatorade run.
Ikea! The land of black and white pattern everything!
Another Walmart run (banana’s, Saltine’s…); a beautiful sunset off the 15th floor balcony.
You guys. Sigh. This vacation got off to a real bad start. Really bad. I’m talking a freak early Tropical Storm and 5 days of a stomach virus bad.
It’s so hard when this is your last trip to Disney before moving and you have high expectations. Two park days! Two water park days! Late nights and fun treats and wedgies from too fast water slides.
It didn’t start off this way. Our first night and day were great. We went to the Magic Kingdom and had the best time! The kids were old enough to go on Thunder Mountain Railroad and that was the best, watching them experience that. Note: The Haunted Mansion scared the pants off of them. On the way out Brady said to me, “I hate that place.” I almost died laughing, he said it all serious like.
It rained a bit in the middle, but we bought $32 worth of poncho’s and soldiered on. The kids loved trampling through the rain and the lines were non existent while we braved the downpours. After that it was dry until the very end, where we got completely soaked and the little ones passed out in the car on the way back to the hotel. Mission accomplished.
After that…well, it went downhill. Molly woke up Wednesday not feeling super great. We went to the water park (Blizzard Beach!) for a bit, but she ended up leaving early (thank Goodness my mom came with us in a separate car!) Brady, my hubs and I braved the rain for a bit and found that Brady loves water parks, with a passion. He swims like a fish and screams like a girl going down the slides. We all loved it.
Fast forward three days of Molly with a high fever, all the fun business that comes with a stomach virus, one call to our doctor, two trips to Walmart for supplies and a side trip to Ikea just to get out of the room on Friday. (Can we even discuss my love for Ikea and all its modern goodness? Another post? Okay.)
I have to say, I kept my spirits up until Saturday. (Nothing that some Angry Orchard and Strawberryrita’s can’t solve, right?) We had a little girl with the worst stomach virus ever and had been trapped in our hotel room, waiting each day for her to wake up and feel better. It wasn’t bad during the storm, because we couldn’t get out anyway. It felt bad on every day after when the weather cleared up and we were still sitting in the hotel. I felt bad for Molly (she was in pain), and I felt bad for all the fun things we were missing. Staying in a hotel with a sick child is miserable. She kept crying and asking to go home, which we couldn’t do.
Fortunately, Saturday rolled around and we drove down to Tampa so we could accompany my husband on a work trip. Molly started feeling a little better, the new hotel is gorgeous and Tampa is a great place to bring kids. We (finally!) had a day free of sickness today, free of the bad luck of the past week and full of activity and smiles for me and the kids.
Today was a good day. Finally.
