The Difference a Year Makes

One year ago today, right around this time of night, I was next to Eve in the ICU. She was tangled in tubing. She was in pain and under-medicated. She was having Tylenol shoved up her butt. She was having spasms if we turned off Dora.

Leaving on a Jet Plane

It's Friday morning, the 7th of January. Time to pack up to leave this place where six-foot tall bunnies govern the village and a magic button will get you your own personal boat on It's a Small World.

I'll admit it, I'm terribly sad to be leaving. It means I'll have to cook my own food at home tonight, and no one will be there to entertain my kids while I wash my own dishes.

The Most Magical Snotsicles on Earth

I'm finally onto Thursday the 6th of January. This trip was so action-packed that it's been kind of exhausting for me to go back and blog about. I'm sure a lot of you have the same feeling reading it, sans the motion sickness.

Our morning consists of packing lots of extra clothes, in case of rogue bodily fluids. We have been leaving our DNA all over the greater-Orlando area.

High fives and other celebratory hand gestures.

The children were all throughly terrified for one heartfelt second at the end of Dino Putt. Understandable, I guess. I mean, Natalie puts a golf ball in the hole, the dinosaur pops up and roars as Daniel and Eve watch. Natalie jumps, startled. Daniel then puts a golf ball in the hole, the dinosaur pops up and roars as Eve watches. Daniel jumps, startled. Eve then puts a golf ball in the hole, the dinosaur pops up and roars. Eve jumps, startled.

Bebe's Kids

The morning after Epcot, we slept in until 8, which is the equivalent of noon when you have small children. It's like Make-A-Wish slipped the kids some Dramamine or something, knowing my second dream of all-time is to sleep in, just behind a reunion of the Talking Heads complete with a reimagining of Stop Making Sense.

Le Carb, Mon Amie

Is there anything better than waking up to Eve poking you in the eye saying, "Time to wake up! It's Daniel's birthday!"

(I can see why the kids are confused, but he's going to be real disappointed when May 9th rolls around.)

Daniel Hippogriffith, son to King of the Jungle

In the past five-and-a-half years as parents, we have NEVER had the opportunity to wake our children up. Ever. Is going to Disney World everyday the only way I'll get to sleep in? Perhaps.

Warm Feelings

Sunday morning, all I had to do was say, "Gingerbread House!" and the kids practically leapt into their clothes and skipped down the village for breakfast. Waffles with strawberries and whipped cream? Ok, this isn't much healthier than the ice cream for breakfast I have already promised myself later in the week.

Yes, this already happened.

Forgive me for leading you to believe that I am live-blogging this adventure; I am not. I just don't dig getting online on vacation.

Let's get packed!

Wishing Purple

Once upon a time, as Eve and I waited for her chemo to magically appear, a social worker stopped by for a visit. The portable DVD player had Snow White on repeat and Eve danced around the room singing to birds and running from the evil eyes in the forest, much like her royal pale-skinned counterpart in the film.

"Has anyone talked to you about Make-A-Wish yet?"