We are getting on the Disn*y Cruise this afternoon. We got to Florida very late on Friday night. Travelling after dinner was actually fine. The girls both fell asleep on the plane, so I did have a moment of wondering how the heck we were going to get off the plane with 2 sleeping kids and some carry ons. But they both woke up and were so excited that they managed to walk themselves off the plane, where I was able to deposit BB into the stroller. Dumpling suddenly went from 5 to 15 y.o., and pushed the stroller through the airport while I dealt with the carry-ons and collected the checked luggage and Mortimer's Dad got the rental car. We were so efficient!
Yesterday we took them to the Orlando Science Center. They had a great time. And then we did a little bit of outlet shopping. J Crew was my friend, as always. And after 3 years of looking for sunglasses that fit my face and are the right shade of brown and don't make me look like I have giant bug eyes, I walked into Kate Spade and lo and behold, the PERFECT sunglasses, for less than half what I paid for the not-so-perfect ones that I wear all the time.
In a bid to forgo the usual chicken fingers or plain pasta dinner selection, we took the girls to a Japanese steak house last night. Why didn't we ever do this before? The chef chopping in front of them was mesmerizing to them. They LOVED the soup and drank every last bit of it, ate their salad with the chopsticks and amazed the other family at our table. But the best part is that they loved their supper. Of course the did, it's what we would eat at home: chicken, beef, veggies, rice, noodles..... Seriously, why did it take me 4 years of motherhood to come up with this as a solution to the endless dinner-out dilemma????
Funny side note: our table hostess was seemingly Japanese. But Dumpling told me several times during dinner that she was Chinese. So I tried to explain to her that not all Asians are Chinese and that she was Japanese. At the end of dinner, we stuck up a shot conversation, and sure enough, Dumpling was right, she was in fact Chinese! Then the seating hostess joined the conversation, in full japanese kimono. Only to admit that she is in fact Vietnamese and comes from a town near the border, near where Dumpling is from! Apparently in the food-service industry, all Asians can be Japanese!
There will be a tiny bit more shopping this morning as I attempt to find a good pair of all around pumps to wear with pretty much anything I own. And then we head to the ship. The girls are beyond excited.