Sunday, May 9, 2010

Adventures in Disney (Pool Party)

Upon arriving at the airport, we booked it to pick up our bags. Everyone else was on the same flight that had landed just prior to ours and we were dying to see them. On the way to baggage claim, we ran into the chauffeur sent by our hotel to pick up our whole crew. We grabbed our bags and proceeded to spend the next forty-five minutes trying to locate the rest of the family. The chauffeur was merciless with his bad directions. Despite all the miscommunication, we managed to find each other. The cousins were so excited to be there with each other they could hardly stand it. They weren't the only ones. Once in the car, I had to fight the urge to order the driver to take us to Mickey, pronto!

We pulled up to our home for the week, the Nickelodeon Suites. I meant to take a picture of the resort, but never got around to it. It is huge! As we made the first trek to our rooms, we passed by multiple swimming pools that looked like something out of a water park. From the sounds of our children we knew exactly where we'd be spending the rest of the evening.

This was the first time Chica understood the concept of swimming well enough to get excited about it beforehand. (Or maybe her big cousin's excitement was so contagious it rubbed off a little.) Either way she couldn't wait to put on her "swim soup."

First we went to the little area designated for smaller children. This is the only picture I have of her while she still had dry hair.
She was off like a bandit.
The slides were her favorite. I lost track of how many times she went down.
Thank goodness for hands-on daddies. Not that she has multiple daddies. I know what I mean. Ahem. Moving on.
I had a tough time keeping up with her, while dodging the water spouts. Most of the pictures are of her backside running in the other direction.
Everything is more fun when your cousins are there.
This boy has the most kiss-able head ever. I try to resist smooching it every time he's near. Alas, resistance really is futile.
Her (one and only) daddy. It's hard to out-fun this guy. Little did he know the fun was just getting started.
When Daddy needed a break, Grandpa Ken was happy step right in as slide assistant.
After we had thoroughly broken in the resort pool, Dan gave Chica a bath and put her to bed while the rest of us ran out for groceries. We saved some money by buying a week's worth of stuff for breakfast and lunch. (The Disney parks let you bring in your own food and drinks. Booyah.)

Before turning in for the night, I studied our touring plan one final time. We were headed to Magic Kingdom, the mecca of all things Disney. I barely slept a wink that night.

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