How is it Wednesday already? Holiday weekends really take it out of you, huh?
And we really got our holiday’s worth this weekend. Despite the hot, hot, hot weather, we braved the weekend crowds at Disney on Sunday for two reasons: a) it’s the last time we can hit the parks before we hit our seasonal passes’ summer blackout period and b) even though DadJovi and E. had already been to Stars Wars Weekend, they were missing one crucial souvenir — a picture with Chewie.
So we got up early Sunday morning and headed over to Hollywood Studios. By the time we reached the entrance, we were all dripping in sweat. But we were cheered up by the welcome committee — Storm Troopers!
We made a beeline for the Chewbacca line. In case you missed last week’s Star Wars Weekend update (I PROMISE, this is my last one!), DadJovi and E. waited patiently for awhile last weekend to get their picture taken with Chewie when disaster struck — another kid puked all over E. Is that not the grossest thing you’ve ever heard?
DadJovi has the weakest stomach ever but I think he was even sicker over the fact that he missed a photo opp with one of his favorite
people aliens ever. This time, he was not going to be denied. By the time we got to the line, it was already looooooong. But luckily, it was in the shade. So DadJovi got into line while E. and I wandered a bit and played on the Honey I Shrunk the Kids playground (my new favorite spot at Hollywood Studios).
When our turn finally arrived, we even got a mini bonus — an ewok!
Since DadJovi hit most of the biggies last weekend, we didn’t bother waiting in too many character lines. But there was lots of other stuff to see.
And then it was parade time …
After another ride on Star Tours (this time, we got Hoth, Admiral Akbar and the Death Star — I’ve now hit all six scenes!), we headed home, all completely exhausted.
And you’d have thought with a day like that, we’d all sleep all night. But for some reason, E. woke up at 11 p.m. SCREAMING. She was insane, yelling and hitting at me as I tried to soothe her. DadJovi eventually got her to wake up (it was the only way to calm her down) but it was the start of a very long night. I think she and I finally feel asleep at about 4 a.m. on the couch. I don’t know if the aliens and all our recent viewings of Star Wars was too much or what, but we’ve decided to put a temporary moratorium on Stars Wars viewing in the meantime just in case.
On Monday, I dragged us off the couch at 8 a.m. and headed over for our swim lessons. Another disastrous lesson. Only two days left!
Then, we headed over to Daytona to spend the day with my father-in-law on the world’s most famous beach! Nothing like a couple hours on the beach to relax you and give you another reminder why we live in Florida. Views like this are good for the soul.
And how much better does food taste on the beach? Her apples tasted so good, she had to show them off.
Yes, it’s a hassle to battle the crowds and heat, schlep four chairs, 6 buckets, 4 shovels, a cooler, lots and lots of sunscreen, towels and a boogie board all the way down the beach. But it sure does make a certain beach bum happy. Totally worth it.