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06-21-2007, 09:07 PM
Okay, so you know how I keep saying this whole vacation is all about the kids? All bets are off when it comes to EPCOT. I love EPCOT. Love, love, love, love, love. I love it. I would marry it. I would live there and sweep the ground every day if I could. I would go back to college, get a degree in blowing stuff up and work on Illuminations if I could.
But, yeah, the kids and stuff. They were there too. So, we decided we needed to make them happy too. So we fed them and headed off to the park.
First thing was first. Fast Pass Soarin’ so Mom and Matilda could ride. Matilda had ridden it in California last year with her dad and step-mom, and she wanted to share it with her mom. Turned out they could walk on. I had ridden it with an insane group of INTERCOTees a while back, so I figured Gert and I would do the Seas with Nemo while we waited.
No go. She made it into the queue area and freaked out. She wanted to wait for mom and Matilda. She really wanted to ride the clam mobiles; she had seen them on the Disney Channel a million times. It was important to her. But, something about the queue area was unsettling for her. I’m not sure what it was, so we decided to wait.
So we headed over to the Imagination area to see what was doing. Neither of us wanted to do the ride which shall not be named because it’s a sad, sad replacement for the original. Anyway . . . I knew she’d love the water features up at the top of the pavilion so we headed there. I was right. She tried to catch the jumping water for 20 minutes and played with what she called the “bouncing water” for about as long. Then we went to the Kodak after show presentation through the gift shop and played around for a while. We then went over to the Innoventions area. While we were there a CM and some kids came out and did a ladybug release. Little did they know that Gert is the Dr. Doolittle of ladybugs. They dumped the bugs and they ended up crawling all over Gert, who giggled and laughed.
Then it was off to sample the Beverly; a true rite of passage for any visitor to WDW. She actually drank the whole cup. The entire cup of it. Almost considered going back for more before she made her decision. It was a no go. “That’s terrible,” she said. “Why would people drink it?” We laughed and kept on sampling. Then something amazing happened. There she was, drinking soda without dad telling her to slow down—unfettered access to sugar—or that she was wasting soda when she dumped it, and the new Hannah Montana song started playing over the speakers. The girl was in heaven. She danced, she drank, and she sang “Nobody’s Perfect.” It was absolutely adorable.
We met back up with Mom and Matilda (who had already been through the Beverly rite of passage), drank some more soda, and decided to head over to Mission: Space to see if Mom could ride. While she went to Fast Pass it, we shopped for geeky things in the gift shop. I found some really cool models that are now sitting in my office. Of course I had to assemble them that night and play with them in the hotel room. Hey, I’m not embarrassed.
So the girls did the Kidcot station (the Future World version is not nearly as much fun) while Mom went off to meet her time at Mission: Space. The coloring kept them happy for a while but, for the most part, they really found the pre-packaged Kidcot not much fun. We started playing with the exhibits and they both centered on a frighteningly confusing game involving something that seemed not unlike playing hockey on top of a projection of a video game. It involved business and seemed to have more rules than the 2007 US Tax Code. They were waiting in line to try it, while I wondered if I could possibly cheer them on because I didn’t even know what these kids were doing.
Thankfully Mom showed up. They had to shut down the Orange (or whichever side spins) side of Mission: Space because someone had a protein spill. And, unfortunately, we needed to hit Norway for our Princess lunch.
We strolled through the World Showcase and I could feel that happy warmth I always have in EPCOT. The feeling that I could just sit and watch the world go by. Also, something in me wanted to clip in to the bike and see how fast I could circle the lagoon. I’d bet I could do it in less that four minutes on the bike.
Akershus was cool. I was worried none of us would eat anything. However, I think we all enjoyed our food. Of course, the girls ate pizza. But I had the pulled pork and it was fantastic. Especially with a chilly Carlsburg.
Our first princess was Belle when we walked in. She was in her ball gown and looked gorgeous. Surprisingly, the girls were unimpressed. I think it was just an uninspired portrayal. Belle is revered in our household, as are ball gowns and any hairdo with an upsweep. Interesting.
Our first roaming princess was Ariel. With legs! Gert buzzed and fidgeted as she watched Ariel work her way to our table. When she arrived, she was struck dumb. She got her signature and was happy. However, the highlight came with the little girl at the next table. When Ariel arrived, this little girl was beside herself.
As Ariel was signing her book, the little girl took her fork from the table and held it up to Ariel. At first everyone was confused. Was she inviting Ariel to lunch? Luckily Ariel caught on quickly.
“Oh my,” she gasped, “I can’t take your dinglehopper!”
Everyone’s hearts fluttered and we went back to eating. Next up was Aurora, who was quite chatty. She signed autographs like she was on a book tour promoting her latest tome on decorating your castle in thirty minutes or less. What was cute, however, was Gert watching Aurora at the table before ours. Her eyes were big and wide.
Jasmine came by and she looked exactly like a girl I knew in high school. It was kind of creepy. As she was posing for our photo she made a comment about keeping an eye on boys or something and I made a joke about her liking bad boys. I meant Aladdin and I meant it in a completely innocent way. Jasmine gasped out of character and giggled. I have no idea what she thought I meant, but I crawled under the table to avoid the punch in the arm I was sure to get from my wife.
For some reason, someone had told us that Cinderella would not be at the lunch, so we thought we were done. The girls were disappointed, but they were also ready to get back to what we were there for. Then the door opened and she appeared. Gert’s jaw dropped.
“I’m going to tell her I was her Fairy Godmother in Training and that I picked her outfit for the ball! I think I picked those shoes! I hope she likes them. I’m going to tell her I picked her tiara and her cape.” And on and on and on.
Cinderella arrived at our table and greeted our children. Silence. Matilda handed her book to Cinderella and she signed. Then she turned to Gert.
“Hi,” Gert said. “Hee hee hee hee.” And that was that. She couldn’t get the words out.
After lunch, and visiting Norway’s giant troll, which we nicknamed Uncle JimmyC, we went back to Future World to hit Nemo. Not literally, because John Lasseter and Andrew Stanton would be upset with me. Gert was ready. We walked through the outside part, went through the door, was hit by the lovely blast of cold air and immediately climbed up Mom’s arm like a frightened cat. She bargained and begged, and went between wanting to go and not wanting to go. Ultimately, she got on and rode with mom. I looked back and found her sitting as close to mom as possible with her little flashlight in her hands (you know, so she never had to be in the dark).
It passed without incident. I have to say it’s really cool how they integrate the characters with the real fish. But, it was during this section that we realized that everything always has to have a scary element. It might not be scary to us, but to a nervous soul like Gert it was pretty frightening when the creepy fish shot out chasing Marlin. But she handled it well.
I’m happy to say that this was the last time we did anything that she was frightened of. Either that was the last thing on the list, or she simply relaxed about things. It’s hard to say what actually happened. But, things were much more relaxed from this point on.
Turtle Talk was fantastic. Naturally, we were called Dude for the rest of the day and we used the word judiciously for the rest of the day. Filled with a sudden urge to own a Squirt. So, we bought it and decided to go play with the water again. Gert wanted to share her love of the jumping water and bouncing water. Gert still loves it . . .
Continued below because I apparently can't shut up.
But, yeah, the kids and stuff. They were there too. So, we decided we needed to make them happy too. So we fed them and headed off to the park.
First thing was first. Fast Pass Soarin’ so Mom and Matilda could ride. Matilda had ridden it in California last year with her dad and step-mom, and she wanted to share it with her mom. Turned out they could walk on. I had ridden it with an insane group of INTERCOTees a while back, so I figured Gert and I would do the Seas with Nemo while we waited.
No go. She made it into the queue area and freaked out. She wanted to wait for mom and Matilda. She really wanted to ride the clam mobiles; she had seen them on the Disney Channel a million times. It was important to her. But, something about the queue area was unsettling for her. I’m not sure what it was, so we decided to wait.
So we headed over to the Imagination area to see what was doing. Neither of us wanted to do the ride which shall not be named because it’s a sad, sad replacement for the original. Anyway . . . I knew she’d love the water features up at the top of the pavilion so we headed there. I was right. She tried to catch the jumping water for 20 minutes and played with what she called the “bouncing water” for about as long. Then we went to the Kodak after show presentation through the gift shop and played around for a while. We then went over to the Innoventions area. While we were there a CM and some kids came out and did a ladybug release. Little did they know that Gert is the Dr. Doolittle of ladybugs. They dumped the bugs and they ended up crawling all over Gert, who giggled and laughed.
Then it was off to sample the Beverly; a true rite of passage for any visitor to WDW. She actually drank the whole cup. The entire cup of it. Almost considered going back for more before she made her decision. It was a no go. “That’s terrible,” she said. “Why would people drink it?” We laughed and kept on sampling. Then something amazing happened. There she was, drinking soda without dad telling her to slow down—unfettered access to sugar—or that she was wasting soda when she dumped it, and the new Hannah Montana song started playing over the speakers. The girl was in heaven. She danced, she drank, and she sang “Nobody’s Perfect.” It was absolutely adorable.
We met back up with Mom and Matilda (who had already been through the Beverly rite of passage), drank some more soda, and decided to head over to Mission: Space to see if Mom could ride. While she went to Fast Pass it, we shopped for geeky things in the gift shop. I found some really cool models that are now sitting in my office. Of course I had to assemble them that night and play with them in the hotel room. Hey, I’m not embarrassed.
So the girls did the Kidcot station (the Future World version is not nearly as much fun) while Mom went off to meet her time at Mission: Space. The coloring kept them happy for a while but, for the most part, they really found the pre-packaged Kidcot not much fun. We started playing with the exhibits and they both centered on a frighteningly confusing game involving something that seemed not unlike playing hockey on top of a projection of a video game. It involved business and seemed to have more rules than the 2007 US Tax Code. They were waiting in line to try it, while I wondered if I could possibly cheer them on because I didn’t even know what these kids were doing.
Thankfully Mom showed up. They had to shut down the Orange (or whichever side spins) side of Mission: Space because someone had a protein spill. And, unfortunately, we needed to hit Norway for our Princess lunch.
We strolled through the World Showcase and I could feel that happy warmth I always have in EPCOT. The feeling that I could just sit and watch the world go by. Also, something in me wanted to clip in to the bike and see how fast I could circle the lagoon. I’d bet I could do it in less that four minutes on the bike.
Akershus was cool. I was worried none of us would eat anything. However, I think we all enjoyed our food. Of course, the girls ate pizza. But I had the pulled pork and it was fantastic. Especially with a chilly Carlsburg.
Our first princess was Belle when we walked in. She was in her ball gown and looked gorgeous. Surprisingly, the girls were unimpressed. I think it was just an uninspired portrayal. Belle is revered in our household, as are ball gowns and any hairdo with an upsweep. Interesting.
Our first roaming princess was Ariel. With legs! Gert buzzed and fidgeted as she watched Ariel work her way to our table. When she arrived, she was struck dumb. She got her signature and was happy. However, the highlight came with the little girl at the next table. When Ariel arrived, this little girl was beside herself.
As Ariel was signing her book, the little girl took her fork from the table and held it up to Ariel. At first everyone was confused. Was she inviting Ariel to lunch? Luckily Ariel caught on quickly.
“Oh my,” she gasped, “I can’t take your dinglehopper!”
Everyone’s hearts fluttered and we went back to eating. Next up was Aurora, who was quite chatty. She signed autographs like she was on a book tour promoting her latest tome on decorating your castle in thirty minutes or less. What was cute, however, was Gert watching Aurora at the table before ours. Her eyes were big and wide.
Jasmine came by and she looked exactly like a girl I knew in high school. It was kind of creepy. As she was posing for our photo she made a comment about keeping an eye on boys or something and I made a joke about her liking bad boys. I meant Aladdin and I meant it in a completely innocent way. Jasmine gasped out of character and giggled. I have no idea what she thought I meant, but I crawled under the table to avoid the punch in the arm I was sure to get from my wife.
For some reason, someone had told us that Cinderella would not be at the lunch, so we thought we were done. The girls were disappointed, but they were also ready to get back to what we were there for. Then the door opened and she appeared. Gert’s jaw dropped.
“I’m going to tell her I was her Fairy Godmother in Training and that I picked her outfit for the ball! I think I picked those shoes! I hope she likes them. I’m going to tell her I picked her tiara and her cape.” And on and on and on.
Cinderella arrived at our table and greeted our children. Silence. Matilda handed her book to Cinderella and she signed. Then she turned to Gert.
“Hi,” Gert said. “Hee hee hee hee.” And that was that. She couldn’t get the words out.
After lunch, and visiting Norway’s giant troll, which we nicknamed Uncle JimmyC, we went back to Future World to hit Nemo. Not literally, because John Lasseter and Andrew Stanton would be upset with me. Gert was ready. We walked through the outside part, went through the door, was hit by the lovely blast of cold air and immediately climbed up Mom’s arm like a frightened cat. She bargained and begged, and went between wanting to go and not wanting to go. Ultimately, she got on and rode with mom. I looked back and found her sitting as close to mom as possible with her little flashlight in her hands (you know, so she never had to be in the dark).
It passed without incident. I have to say it’s really cool how they integrate the characters with the real fish. But, it was during this section that we realized that everything always has to have a scary element. It might not be scary to us, but to a nervous soul like Gert it was pretty frightening when the creepy fish shot out chasing Marlin. But she handled it well.
I’m happy to say that this was the last time we did anything that she was frightened of. Either that was the last thing on the list, or she simply relaxed about things. It’s hard to say what actually happened. But, things were much more relaxed from this point on.
Turtle Talk was fantastic. Naturally, we were called Dude for the rest of the day and we used the word judiciously for the rest of the day. Filled with a sudden urge to own a Squirt. So, we bought it and decided to go play with the water again. Gert wanted to share her love of the jumping water and bouncing water. Gert still loves it . . .
Continued below because I apparently can't shut up.