Day 17, 18, 19, 20: to Disney and Back Again

On Tuesday, we left for Orlando w/ my SIL (LB), her husband and 2 daughters and my MIL. (MIL drove with me.) We met my SIL J over there, as she had been in Orlando on Monday and Tuesday for a conference. LP and my husband came over later once my husband got off work at 7PM.

Dinner was horrible - we went to an expensive, unimpressive Mexican restaurant at Downtown Disney and both 2 year olds caused problems while we were there. My niece used the potty when we first got there and then Fuss got jealous, so she demanded to use the potty, too. Only she didn't really have to go. So she and I spent 15 minutes with her sitting on the potty in the bathroom while our food arrived and got cold and she wouldn't willingly get off the pot. I was really putting forth an effort to keep my cool, so I finally had to scoop her up and remove her physically from the seat, put her diaper back on and distract her with hand washing. (She loves washing her hands.)

That day, I wore casual clothes, since we were primarily preparing for and traveling to our destination. My black v-neck shirt, denim shorts and Birks.

Wednesday was THE day. I dressed in my seafoam green t-shirt (Motherhood - yes, it's a maternity shirt, but it's long and I knew I'd be spending the bulk of the day with my Moby wrap on and that the longer shirt would be helpful) and my jeans. I admit a small cheat - I wore my sneakers, which were not part of my 30 (I hate them, but for all-day walking, that's really all I've got) but they weren't part of a fashion statement - they were all functional. The kids were dressed in their Mickey Mouse t-shirts and they were adorable. More on our experience in a different post.

I took Thursday off from 30 for 30. I somehow hadn't packed any more tops that were in my 30.

On Friday, though, I wore my jeans w/ a black sweater with white collar and cuffs and my boots for our family pictures. (All the pictures are on the photographer's camera) I was melting by the time we got home, (it was SUPPOSED to be a cooler day - someone forgot to tell the weather) so I changed into my bright green v-neck (Loft) until the baby spit up on me. I honestly don't remember what I wore after that.

Saturday, I was looking forward to a low-key day with my family - some shopping, some errands, lunch out... but I dressed up anyhow. I wore my jeans with my periwinkle blue sleeveless shirt with a sequined neckline and my blue corduroy blazer. It looked great. I wore my black heels and my sapphire pendant necklace.

I went shopping on Saturday out of necessity. I was down to 1 nursing bra, so I had to go to the mall and visit Motherhood. Other than the 2 bras, I behaved myself.

It's been a crazy week. I am going to be sad to see my husband return to work tomorrow, but I think other than that, I am glad it is over.

Day 15

Sunday's outfit happened by accident. We were hosting Thanksgiving at our house for our immediate families (those we have lived with at our childhood primary residences and their current significant others and offspring). Basically, the only one we were missing was Gigi (my Gramma). I had lofty goals of looking nice and polished and they were screwed up by the discovery of an unknown huge wet spot found on my jeans when they were discovered on the floor of the bathroom. Since we're having potty wars around here (ie. Fuss is putting forth some potty training efforts - finally) I didn't risk it and had to hurredly wash my jeans. Unfortuantely, I never finished drying them until the day was over - laundry got started, but they never made it the dryer while I was dealing w/ all the preparation and celebrations.

I wore my short-sleeved collared green knit shirt w/ that shiny green crystal necklace I love so much and my jean shorts. All were pieces from my 30, so I figure it counts, but the combination of dressy on top and shorts (and maternity shorts at that!) was not exactly in the plan. But no pictures - we ran out of time.

Fuss is working on her potty skills and we're giving Cookie Monster hand stamps as rewards. So far so good. We're talking one or 2 times a day, but I'll take that over the extreme resistance we've been having lately.

Count down to Disney - one more day! We leave tomorrow and we'll spend a little time at Downtown Disney on Tuesday before spending the day in the park on Wednesday. I'm a little frustrated, since I don't think my SIL is willing to push back bed time on the night we are there so that we can stay for the fireworks and such. I may simply suggest that they take their girls back to the hotel and we'll see them later, since I know Caro can stay up for them and would enjoy them a lot. Plus, you spend so much on tickets and such that I kinda want to make the most of it and spend all the time we can in the park.

Day 12 - (Pictureless)

My outfit today succumbed to an attack of salsa - and this time it wasn't even the kids' fault. But no pictures. It wasn't a great one anyway - a t-shirt and jeans w/ my Birks - and this was by design. I spent the day cleaning some more and hanging out at Tires Plus getting my oil changed and my brakes done before our trip next week. (Ironically, both my Kindle and my cell phone died while I was there. I talked to my BFF for a bit - probably part of the reason my phone died - watched some Regis and Kelly and read an old issue of People magazine - the only magazine that wasn't car or fishing related while I was there. I also had to feed the baby.)

I'm actually sort of proud of myself. I realized it was oil change time and made all my own arrangements (for a babysitter for Fuss and made an appointment) w/ no prompting from my husband! Very proud. The house is coming along, too, but it's hard sometimes! I'm trying to leave some of the tasks for later because I know that Fuss or one of us adults will just come back and mess it up, but then I look around and see all this mess and get discouraged.

The other night I was making a packing list for our Disney trip next week. 2 nights, 2 days out of town (and Fuss's first time - at least in her memory - of staying in a hotel. And she is really particular about her sleeping sometimes) and 2 kids under 3... I asked my husband if he could think of anything I had forgotten. He said no, just the usual stuff, the obvious stuff and it's just like any other trip to Orlando... and I held up the legal pad I was making the list on - the full page of things I needed to bring with us for ourselves and the kids and he said, "right, so like I was saying, it's a completely different situation this time around..."

We've never taken little kids to Disney before. In the couple of dozen times I've been to Walt Disney World, I was either the kid myself, or the youngest in our group were teenagers who could at least somewhat fend for themselves. (Back when we were the leaders of our former church's Youth Group) or it was just us/all adults. And taking a newborn... oh, how much stuff you need for a newborn!