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Boy, that’s a large mouse: Our kid’s first Disney trip

by SweetMidlife
"You see, little boy, this big white glove is magic. I wave it and a gazillion dollars appears. I got it like that.

“You see, little boy, this big white glove is magic. I wave it and a gazillion dollars appears. I got it like that.

Leslie here! So my husband, mom and the kid we hang out with made an important American childhood pilgrimage that has no significance whatsoever at the moment to that kid, as he is 14 months old and hasn’t quite mastered forks yet- We visited Walt Disney World over the Thanksgiving holiday, specifically Epcot Center and Disney Hollywood Studios, because it’s not far from our house, because close friends were staying in the area from out of town, and because nothing says “holiday” like trying to figure out how close you can get your kid to the giant, giant rodent in the Santa suit before he or she loses their crap completely and starts desperately trying to escape.

Donald and his handler navigate the paparazzi and the over-sugared kids trying to hurl themselves at him.

Donald and his handler navigate the paparazzi and the over-sugared kids trying to hurl themselves at him.

Honestly, it went a lot better than we’d imagined – Kid is fairly chill and social if you give him food, and the parks, while crowded, weren’t the insane asylums of over-sugared tiny demons and disappointed parents determined to wring every magic moment the second mortgage they took out for this vacation that we’d expected. Sure, we saw some of those folks, but we had enough space to steer clear. Kid is just figuring out who Mickey Mouse is – we have a relatively large one in our living room – and again had no real idea of where he was other than a large, loud place with lots of colors and music and people who can’t stop gushing about how cute he is (he gets this a lot.)

sergio

So is he silent…in Italian? How would you know?

So what did we get out of it, besides lighter wallets, sore feet and the irrational desire to belt the next person who sings “Let It Go” at me? (OMG but are they ever overdoing the “Frozen” thing up in there) We got to shamelessly dive headlong into giddy sentimentality, to wake up our own inner goofy kiddies who can’t get enough of this stuff, to have some surprisingly good Moroccan food at Epcot, and to know that one day, we can show Kid the photos and tell him he got to meet a nine foot-tall Goofy and he barely flinched, because he’s awesome.

Somewhere, hidden behind the fake English village, Lady Gaga is planning her Father Christmas costume, although hers will have a rhinestone staff and a muuch shorter coat.

Somewhere, hidden behind the fake English village, Lady Gaga is planning her Father Christmas costume, although hers will have a rhinestone staff and a muuch shorter coat.


Thanksgiving Plus

by SweetMidlife

Hi y’all. Lynne here.

Before we got married, my husband usually spent Thanksgiving with family, or with friends who had become like family. He was usually a guest in their homes, so he didn’t have what people who make their own Thanksgiving feasts do: tons of leftovers to savor for days. So he started his own Friday-after Thanksgivng tradition, where he bought ingredients for his own feast for one. This usually was canned cranberry sauce, ready to heat up turkey and gravy, a pack of rolls, canned sweet potatoes and Stove Top stuffing. When we got married, we kept this tradition up, and on that Friday, feasted on a mixture of ready-made stuff we bought from the grocery store and stuff we brought home from whomever’s house we went to on Thursday (including whatever we brought to the big dinner). And that was some good eating. Because Thanksgiving food rocks. And because I love me some Stove-Top. In college, I ate it as a meal. Just the stuffing. Carbs are love.

But for the past few years we have been trying to cut down on the processed foods that we eat here, and while we haven’t completely eliminated them, because frozen tater tots, I do a lot of stuff from scratch. Last year for our post-Turkey Day dinner, I bought Stove Top, but made the candied yams (using this recipe from football star Keyshawn Johnson’s mom) and made this green bean casserole with fresh onions (and not the yummy ones from French’s that I eat like candy, or the canned soup).

This year, I want to kick it up another notch, and make the yams and the green bean casserole but also homemade stuffing and rolls that I make with yeast and whatnot. Pair that with maybe the leftovers from the slow cooker apple crisp I am making for dinner at our friends’ house for Thursday, I am actually cooking a whole Thanksgiving dinner. Well, wait. I am not making a whole turkey. I don’t eat, so it makes no sense to do that for just my husband and the toddler. So I might find already roasted turkey. But everything else I am making.  And I am a little excited, but I also feel this kind of validation. Like I am grown-up or something. And maybe I shouldn’t seek validation from that. But you know what? I will take it. Because it lets me know that I can do this. If I don’t, there is no shame in that either, because, well, STOVE TOP IS DELICIOUS. But I am happy to be able to put in the work, and provide some yumminess for the boys who live here, and to craft new traditions for our family.

It's about to get real real up in here. And we will hopefully not need the Dustbuster.

It’s about to get real real up in here. And we will hopefully not need the Dustbuster.

I will let you know if it went down like I planned. But whatever I do, we will be together, and we will give thanks, and it will be good.

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