Florida Vacation Day 1...My name is Meg and I take terrible photos.

Well, technically, it is Day 2, because we flew in on Sunday Night. The kids were perfect on the plane. The landing/decent was horrible and I was terrified, but the girls thought the 50+mph winds and turbulence was part of the ride and loved every stomach dropping, heart stopping moment. We arrived an hour late to find that the hotel had misinformed us and there was NO transportation (not even a cab) from the airport. It was midnight, and we were in the craziest electrical storm I have ever been in. stranded at the airport.
We made some calls and took the only available taxi service willing to come get us in the weather and it cost $150 and an hour and a half to get us to the hotel. We were all too tired to care at that point.
The next morning, we woke up to BEAUUUUTIFUL sunshine, ate complimentary breakfast, and hit the pool (ahem, while Aaron got some work done...poor guy, can he just take a vacation for one day? He joined up with us soon after.)

Baby Guy is 11 months now...what the?! No fair!!!

Loving the kiddie pool.

Uh...let's just pretend that I'm a bronze beauty in these pics, ok? Let's also pretend that the first batch of photos that I attempted to upload actually worked, and didn't break the internet with the glare from my whiteness. The plethora of Corbin pictures is to make up for the fact that I hardly took any of him at Magic Kingdom. He was content to relax in the stroller all day for two days straight (he is perfect, I tell ya) while we romped all over the park. Plus, I was too busy enjoying every look on the girls' faces to take many pics at all. Corbin LOVED the swimming pool, too. I'm considering a pool pass for Summer.

That evening we went over to Old Town Kissimme (or however you spell the name of the town our resort was in) and walked around. It was a lot like the Santa Cruz Boardwalk/Santa Monica Pier-minus the beach, surfers, and hippies...but double the Carnies. One particular carnie kept touching me when we were in line for a ride with the kids. (patting my shoulder, head, neck... ick) He wanted to point out that my red flip flops did not match my purple outfit. I asked him to stop touching me. Rude? Maybe. But seriously, don't touch me. Especially if you have Carnie on your hands. I felt like I had turkey leg and tea cup vomit on me all night. And why only me? Why wasn't Mrs. Carnie patting Aaron on the back after he finished his carnie basketball game? I am a freak magnet.

We thought it would be good "practice" to get the girls on a few rides at Old Town, so we wouldn't waste half a day trying to coax them onto the rides at Disney...just in case they they freaked out at the grandness of the amusement park atmosphere. The plan went perfectly, and before long, the girls were begging for the kiddie coaster. They loved it!

It was a really fun evening. My dad and Aaron found a magic shop...very cool stuff. If you come to a dinner party at our house in the next few months, we'll have Aaron do some tricks for us. One thing I really remember about my Grandpa Lawrence is that he loved magic tricks and was very good at them. He loved to joke and trick us. Sadly, I did not inherit any of his skills, as the only think I can successfully make disappear is cash.

We ate at an overpriced Italian Restaurant and the girls ate mac n cheese that was so good, I wish I had ordered off the kids menu, and the kids left a mess at our table catastrophic enough to make the waitress want to quit her job so she wouldn't have to clean it. Kids went to bed, grown ups stayed up (too late) playing Chuzzle and watching the Laker game.
Goodnight, Day 1.

Day 2Disney Goodness comin' atcha manana.