We met up with these jokers in Orlando. I sincerely do despise all things Disney, but my children had the time of their lives, which made me immensely happy and grateful to be there. Oh, do they owe me! Especially the time, where we lost Luke for about two hours. Yeah, Chad and I need therapy from that whole experience. Luke was totally un-phased and even managed to have a toy purchased for him by a stranger without being turned in for being all by his lonesome. He does have his talents.
Forgive me Chad for posting this, I'm trying to relay the thrill seeker that is our son, Luke. He was absolutely crazy for them. He'd get off and want to immediately turn around and get right back on. Which, of course we did.
Some quality cousin sleep overs in the stroller.
Or just wherever you fall over at.
I even got on some rides.
Way to be happy, Patrice!
Yeah, Luke picked his nose in Minnie Mouse's house.
A couple of tantrums were thrown.
We struggle with the family photo opportunities, apparently.
Say, "Monorail!" We drove there in two days and one on the way back. Yes, we love home. Even Lilian's incessant sobbing for two hours followed by vomiting all over herself did not detour us. After all, right after she barfed all over she promptly fell asleep. Then we only had two more hours till home. Yes, it stunk.
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