Part I... The Happiest Place on Earth

I wasn't exaggerating. There really are 437 pictures from our trip.
That's what happens when you don't go to Disney World until your child is 11.
You take pictures to make up for every single year that you thought about going or wanted to go. And didn't get to.

I do not intend to put them all on the blog. I like you all too much to subject you to that kind of torture.
Like the families in sitcoms who were forced to sit and watch endless slides of someone else's vacation to the Grand Canyon.
Consider yourselves warned.

I love love love anything Disney. Always have.
(Little known blogland secret... I was an official Cast Member at one point in my life...worked at a Disney Store. Oh yeah.)
This was my 4th time going. Dan/Daddy's 3rd.
But the boy's first. And that made it so much more special.

It really is the "Happiest Place on Earth." REALLY.

The week we were there, it was also the hottest. I think I may have mentioned that once or 56 times before.

The day we spent in the Magic Kingdom, the temperature was 98 degrees, and the heat index was 105. You know we Southerners are all about that heat index.

That's not sunburn on the boy's face. It's heatstroke.


Here we are waiting to ride the ride who's song will be stuck in your head ALL day. See? I didn't even have to name it, and you're singing it now.


Our dinner with Pooh, Piglet, Eeyore, and Tigger. I was so excited I barely even remember what I ate. I wasn't the only one.


This was earlier in the day... at the "Meet and Greet" with Pooh and Tigger. Before they had to go get ready for dinner. I'm a bit sad that Dan/Daddy's face is blurry in our picture. But Pooh and Tigger look great. Isn't that what matters?


I would like to say that he wore the ears out of duty and a sense of obligation to his Disney-crazed momma, but he wore them 'cause he liked them. And that made it even better!


We rode every ride, ate like food was going out of style, and had the best time.
Disney World brings out the hidden 7 year old in me. I wave to the characters (do NOT tell me they are people in costumes), I clap and scream and laugh and generally embarrass the poor folks who came with me. Just ask my husband and son.

Stay tuned for Part II... Animal Kingdom and Even Hotter Weather.