We've just returned from the sunny land of mouse ears and princess castles. I'm hoping to make a little family scrapbook of our trip & I plan to do a little of my recollections here on the blog in future posts. Easy to print out & include in my book.
Hunter and I have considered taking this trip for the past few years. Honestly, we aren't really "disney people" (...and from my pre-trip research, I have discovered that those people do definitely exist...there are a whole slew of people who ARE fanatical about Disneyworld.) We didn't actually know very much about the parks until our pre-trip reading. However, despite our lukewarm enthusiasm, we decided a while back that we'd like to take our children at least once when they were in elementary school.
Much to my surprise (and Hunter feels the same way), Disneyworld really IS a pretty magical place. We were comparing notes as we traveled back home the other day. We agreed that on a scale of one to ten, this vacation was a 25. A smashing sucess.
Now I'm back at home. I'm almost completely unpacked. Still two more loads of laundry to do.
The children are about to be in bed for the night. I'm looking forward to sitting down with a hot cup of tea & reading about my sister's safari adventures.
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Pumpkin said the funniest thing the other day. Last week, she had a little infected cut on her arm. Since GPoppa (my daddy) was with us, I showed it to him to see his level of concern about it. (Ellie, Robert, Joe...any guesses? Mild concern? or "Drop Everything" concern? Would you be surprised if I told you that he asked me if I had ten pennies? ha ha--he didn't say that. Just kidding.)
Anyway, GPoppa said that it would be fine, but we should "put some alcohol on it."
A few days later, I was keeping tabs on the cut. I held her arm & stared at the cut. We were still on vacation and I didn't have access to my regular medicine cabinet. I was contemplating whether or not we should find a walgreens to get some neosporin or something. Or maybe it could just wait until we got home.
Pumpkin must've been thinking about what she'd heard her grandfather say....she looked up at me & said, in a very serious tone, "Mommy, please don't put any of that beer stuff on it."