Adventures in Disneyworld

So I'm assuming everybody's at least slightly curious about how our Disney World trip worked out. I know all of my dear friends out there are hoping that Max recovered after my post about sick kids, and we were able to party for the rest of the week. Well, I hate to say it, but that's not what happened. Here's the story.

Max and I arrived in Orlando at about 11AM. The rest of my family (Mom, Dad, Char and Murph) all came later on that day. That night we went into MGM Studios and checked out the scene. We had fun. Here's a picture of Max and Grandpa with Herbie.


Here's a shot of Charlotte and Murphy being goofballs

We went back to the hotel that night and all slept great. The next morning we got up bright and early and headed out to Epcot. We did the "Soaring over California" ride first. Have any of youguys out there done that? It's a blast. You fly over all these different landscapes in CA in a big hang gilder thing. We highly recommend it. Here's a shot of Max and Uncle Murph waiting in line.



Cute boys. They had a good time together. Murphy especially liked getting his hair pulled, and loved the elbow digging into his brains. Good thing he's a patient uncle.











After this we headed over to the Nemo ride, which Max loved. I think we went on it three times in a row. This was great except for afterwards I thought I dropped my phone into the ride and started freaking out. Murphy and Char went to find it for me--luckily after we had bugged everyone about it I found it safe and sound in my bag. I felt like a dope. A lucky dope but a dope nonetheless.
Mazzles and Nemo:
After the Nemo ride we explored the aquariums that share the building and saw lots of fun fish. We also went to see the Crush show (the turtle from Nemo) and it was great. It's pretty amazing to have an animated turtle actually answer your questions in real time.







Char, Murph, Max and Grandpa checking out the Stingrays

It was after this that things started to go downhill. We headed to the Magic Kingdom for lunch and a fun afternoon. Lunchtime was when I started to suspect there was something funny going on with my Max. He wouldn't eat any of his food, and his meal was like the most delicious mac & cheese I've ever tasted, in a Mickey Mouse shaped dish. He wouldn't eat a single bite. Then he had ice cream for dessert with delicious patriotic red white and blue stars. Did he eat a bite? No. Did I have to hold him in my lap through the entire meal? Yep!Looks pretty tasty to me!
We headed out to do some fun rides after this such as the caurosel, Dumbo, Peter Pan and other fun stuff.
Max got really tired and fell asleep in the stroller at the end of the day. He slept for about an hour and then woke up very upset just as the fireworks show started. As soon as he heard the first firework go off he started screaming, and cried all through the bus ride back to the hotel. He had a fever so we gave him some tylenol and put him to bed. He seemed good enough once he was in bed. Hah.

That night he woke up at like 2AM, seemingly ready to party. He sort of went back to sleep, but then an hour or so later he woke up puking. He puked for the rest of the night and all morning until about 1PM. That's when I wrote that post about sick kids. Sometime after noon he started to feel better and so we took him to get something to eat. Here are some pictures:
Max with the cool "castle cup" trying to hydrate himself.
Here he is in his PJs. It really looks like were on vacation here, doesn't it? Here are a couple more. I love these shots.
So we had him rest and recup for the rest of the day, hoping he'd get over his bug. He didn't throw up again that day, so that was good.
The next morning we were optomistic and headed out to the Magic Kingdom again. We mostly went to Tomorrowland. It was really fun and he seemed to be doing alright.
Murphy drove and I took pictures. I love how these turned out.
This was just before the rocket ride almost made ME puke. I didn't though. At least not right then.
We ended our time at the Magic Kingdom by putting Max in jail with Zurg. For some reason his Grandparents decided to bail him out and take him with us on to the next adventure.
We headed out to the Animal Kingdom to have lunch. Murphy decided to grow a moustache while we were waiting for the bus.
Max thought he was hilarious, as usual. He didn't think I was that funny even though I was making the ugliest face the world has ever seen. Oh well.

We went to lunch and Max said he was starving and that he wanted a hot dog. I got it for him and he snarfed it down. About 10 seconds after he snarfed the last bite he puked it all up. Yes, at the table where everyone was eating. Luckily I caught most of it in my hands. Blech.
After that he tried to pretend that he was ok again. Hmmm. After that I actually started to feel pretty weird, which I was not excited about. We stayed to watch a show that was a live musical kind of puppet show of Nemo. It was great, but after that I thought it was a good idea to take Max back. I was right. Dad and I took him back, and on the bus he had a huge puke. It was really gross. Luckily we had one of the towels from the hotel room in the bottom of the stroller, and I managed to grab that and so there was less mess than there might of been otherwise.
So after that he was ok, and went to bed. My dad and I however were not that ok and stayed up most of the night puking or trying not to puke. Fun huh? The next day Max and I were supposed to fly home. I was losing my mind thinking about the idea of trying to fly home with a possibly pukey 3 yr old while feeling very nauseous myself. It was a very scary thought. Luckily my mom had gotten some trip insurance and she called them up. They sent a doctor out who gave me some great anti-nausea pills and declared us unfit to fly for that day. So we stayed in bed that day too. I think Max watched Toy Story on my computer like 15 times.
So my family left early on saturday morning and Max and I finally got a flight later saturday. Somehow we made it through the whole process of getting to the airport, and Max was great flying home. He kept getting really mad at me though because every time he opened his mouth or coughed I would grab a napkin or something and get ready to catch puke. He'd say "NOOO! I'm NOT puking" And luckily he didn't.
So that's how the sad vacation went. It went by so fast that unless we'd taken those good pictures I would actually have a hard time believing it happened at all. There was a good part though, and it was that we got to see my family and hang out and spend a lot of time with them, and that's the whole point of Disneyland in the end, hanging out with the people you love.

So there you go. Our story, not in a nutshell. More like a coconut shell or something.