Part 13: Final day...

Sitting in an empty hotel room is a sad sad feeling.   Our stuff is here, but it's all tucked away in the suitcases to be unpacked again at home. The fridge and pantry is full of the odds and ends we weren't able to finish and never will, besides the small amount of breakfast that we'll eat when I wake up my tired family. One last blogging time on the couch here with my coffee.  I'm not the kind of person who goes home easily. Paige is looking forward to getting home in many ways, and Rose probably just thinks we live here now.  Mike is good with going from place to place, not getting attached like me.

Anyway, my family is tired from our day yesterday.  We used it wisely-- swimming in the morning, and then Disney in the evening.

Easier for Mommy to manage at the pirate pool with Daddy.

The girls didn't want to get out of the pool, but we had to go back for Rose's nap and getting ready for Disney.

Paige waiting at the monorail in her Princess dress.

Rose was sitting high up on a ledge and was worried:

Family fun on the carousel again.  I look weird in this picture and Rose has the largest cheese face ever:

We waited for about 1/2 hour to go on the Winnie the Pooh ride.  The lineup is very interactive with honey walls, and a bee roller coaster to play with. The girls both really liked the ride.  Too bad this day was busier as they asked to go on every ride "again!", but the lineups were too long.

At the Disney confectionary:

Balloon guy.  We brought our balloon from the hotel for one final go.  After it hit a bush and a few too many people in the face, the outer layer broke and i ended up leaving it behind with the rented stroller.  It would have had to stay at the hotel anyway, and Paige would have been sad about that.

We actually stayed for the fireworks this time.  Mike was set on standing at a certain place so he led us at breakneck speed through the crowds of Disney, whipping people in the face with our balloon as we sped along.  Funny and and embarrasing at the same time.  You could see that people were in true Disney spirits, as being pegged in the face with a balloon wouldn't normally go over so well.   We made it to our spot and Paige was fine to watch the fireworks.  Rose was a bit upset as she was wondering why we were standing in the same spot in the dark for so long.  She perked up when the show started and then had a huge pee diaper that soaked through her skirt and onto my shirt too. At any rate, the fireworks were a little stressful. 

By the time the show was finished, we found a bathroom for Paige, changed Rose's diaper, returned the stroller, waited for the monorail, walked to the car, drove home, unloaded the car, it was about 9:30.  The girls were sound asleep in the car and went straight to bed for one last night in the hotel.