Our week-long stay at Disney World (Trevor’s very first time at Disney!) was like most journeys: filled with highs and lows, peaks and valleys, light and dark times.
There were definitely some really sour moments.
But mostly really sweet, sweet memories.
On the day of our trip, we woke to one of those perfect New England October days – cool, crisp, a beautiful clear blue sky. It felt like a good omen.
We made it through the airport as easily as is possible while juggling a stroller, car seat, and portable crib.
And we were lucky and got through airport security without any lines or hold-ups.
With the help of Sesame Street episodes on our Kindle (plus a couple of new toy cars for the plane), Trevor was calm, quiet and well-behaved for the three-hour flight. (Miracle!)
Then things turned on us.
We touched down in Orlando and stepped out into the middle of ominous gray clouds and drizzling rain.
The air was heavy.
I guess the best word to describe the heat and humidity was oppressive.
That weather – cloudy, rain off and on, sometimes drizzling and sometimes pouring, and 80-90% oppressive humidity – remained with us for the full week.
We did get one amazing pay-off from all the rain.
A vivid double rainbow that arched right over the Cinderella’s Castle at the Magic Kingdom.
It was tough to capture, I only happened to have my cell phone at the time, but this was the best shot I got.
We went to Epcot on our first morning, and it was great.
We weren’t sure how much Tru would much understand and take in at 19 months old, but he liked the new “Frozen Ever After” boat ride.
He loves Donald, he calls him “duuuuuh” (for “duck”) with a really deep, low voice.
So he was thrilled to meet Donald “duuuuh” in Mexico. And he LOVED Spaceship Earth.
He was fascinated by the animatronics, the huge starry sky near the end of the ride, and (of course!) the animated touchscreen in each passenger car.
Chris and I were able to see the new Soarin’ show (which was a favorite of ours!) while Chris’ parents watched Tru (Tru’s favorite experience of the day was definitely riding The Land escalator up and down, over and over again).
But then. We returned to our hotel in the early afternoon for Trevor to take a nap, and I started to feel a little queasy. And then really awful.
Thank God it hit when I was comfortably in our hotel room and not in the middle of a park: food poisoning.
It was probably not the smartest idea to eat scallops from a quick service cart at lunch. But they tasted fine at the time!
I felt pretty awful for the afternoon but, luckily, it was over fast.
By that night, I was back to normal.
Just kind of on edge about eating anything for the rest of the trip.
Trevor’s Favorite Parts of the Trip:
Trevor loved so much about Disney. He loved splashing in the pool (complete with fountains and wading pools) each afternoon before his nap. He loved driving his toy cars around the hotel room. He loved It’s a Small World at the Magic Kingdom and Spaceship Earth at Epcot. He loved the free Mickey balloon he got from a nice stranger who was checking out of their hotel room.
And he loved the display convertible in front of the Sci-Fi-Fi Dine-In Theater restaurant at Hollywood Studios.
He was on his worst behavior in the restaurant – he would not be quiet, nor sit still, nor eat anything – so I finally walked outside with him.
Once he saw the “duh” (i.e. “truck”) right outside, he calmed down.
We sat in the back seat for at least 20 minutes, and he refused to budge. Trevor was finally happy and relaxed, and I was just relieved that the convertible was providing me with a moment of peace!
People kept stopping to sit on the hood for photos with the convertible, with Trevor and I just hanging out in the backseat, hopefully not ending up in too many selfies!
But I loved that time with him. I kept thinking, how many more trips to Disney do I get before Trevor no longer wants to be held in my arms?
The Toughest Part of Our Trip To Disney:
The flight home. Here’s how that went:
We had a morning flight so I said I’d go get in line at Starbucks for some milk for Tru and breakfast sandwiches for Chris and I.
Chris remained at the terminal with Trevor.
The line was long, very long, but I had at least half an hour and I assumed it would move quickly.
It did not.
In fact, the closer I got to the front, the slower the lined seemed to move. The line continued to grow, and they moved from two employees operating the register to just one. It was all really bizarre.
But I kept an eye on the time and got through the line, just in time to find out Starbucks didn’t have any milk. I grabbed our bagels and ran to the convenience store next to Starbucks.
Here, I searched in vain for milk. I finally settled on a chocolate milk drink, which was the closest they had. I grabbed some crackers and granola bars for Trevor in case he didn’t like the chocolate drink (parents of toddlers know these are survival items for longer flights!)
My hands full, I raced to the register to pay… and couldn’t find my credit card!
I asked the woman at the register if she’d set my things aside and retraced my steps around the convenience store, panicked.
I had only my credit card and no time to race back to the terminal to get cash from Chris.
I retraced my steps back to Starbucks, asked at the counter there. No credit card.
I went back to the convenience store and, lying on top of a stack of magazines – right in front of the register – was the card. It must have slipped out of my hands while I was juggling all of Trevor’s snacks.
It was right in front of me the whole time I’d panicked at the register.
Long story short, I was one of the last on the plane, with minutes to spare. I could finally breathe, and we made it through the flight pretty well.
Until the last 20 minutes.
That’s when the meltdown happened.
Tru wanted to play with his trucks on the floor, but he was required to sit in our laps for descent. Of course, he didn’t understand this rule and was exhausted from travel, so he lost it.
Kicking, squirming, trying to break free of our arms, screaming and yelling. He didn’t calm down until we got off the plane.
The lowest lows are a part of the journey too, traveling with toddlers!
I wrote separate posts on the sweetest experiences from Trevor’s first trip to Disney, and here they are,
Our Top Four Memories From Disney World: