Obligatory Disney Day

I'll cover our mutual admiration for mother nature in the near future, once I become convinced of the other half of that topic; namely, that NL too love the outdoors. For now I can just drone on about my side of the story. No one cares.

The final talking point concerned the caged area. Perhaps this is too rough a term for a child's play enclosure, reflecting my feelings about it and in turn those of NL. To explain-- two months ago we replaced our dinette table with a three-inch thick cushiony memory-foam queen mattress topper. Scattered with stuffed squeaky toys, plastic batterized toys, colorful crinkling/vibrating toys, and a jumbled assortment of loose socks, blankets and what else have-you, this became NL's play area. Before long, though, Noelle sought more enticing pastures within crawling distance, with items such as the pets' food bowl and the collection of dull steak knives we keep on our living room rug. So into the picture enters a Wal-Mart caliber gray plastic gate/enclosure, three feet tall and six feet a side. Unfortunately, upon being placed in the enclosed play area, quiet happy twins instantaneously became red-faced teary screaming twins. And thus back on the rug they go.

Yesterday we paid both a visit to the Magic Kingdom and dearly for Disney World annual passes. It was a carefully coordinated trip, sandwiched with precision timing between feedings, after the pets met their daily exercise quota, and before NL's looks of wonderment became howls of tired frustration. We witnessed a booming loud parade with Little Mermaid and Lion King characters I would've found slightly horrifying at eight months of age, and then a PhilharMagic 3-D performance. Lamentably, the kids enjoyed only two lousy dimensions as the yellow plastic spectacles were more suitable for Mr. Ed than Mr. Lucas.

The album linked below also highlights some scenes from NL's very first bath. Hold all calls to the child neglect hotline; the kids have experienced dozens of bathings in the kitchen sink. This was simply their first proper bath, in a proper bathtub, in a proper bathroom. Both squealed abruptly at the instant of submersion but discovered all the splashy splashy joys in no time.


Photos:
http://picasaweb.google.com/gros.islet/Feb093#