Dining at Disney: Meals Together

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It's been more than a month since we've returned from our Disney vacation. Though the thought has crossed my mind more than once, I won't be writing about "re-entry." Because really, you don't want to know. 

On to the final notes from our vacation:-). I loved meal time at Disney. Loved it. Again and again, we sat and talked and ate and just enjoyed being together. There's nothing like a family meal. Whatever it takes, do this at home.

Our Disney dining was dictated by discounts. As an ESPN employee, Mike has some pretty fabulous Disney perks. I dovetailed our reservations with the discount list in order to maximize our dining potential. Not all restaurants are on the discount list and most of the discounts are only applicable until 2PM. So, a late-ish lunch was our big Disney in-the-park meal. I relied on those snacks and made those lunch reservations as close to 2 as possible. That way, evening meals could be eaten later than usual and back at the hotel, where I cooked simply.

For breakfast, I packed heartily at home. We hauled granola and oatmeal and fruit into our hotel room (which had a full refrigerator). In Orlando, we stocked up on milk and eggs. A full breakfast happened every morning. We all knew we needed that breakfast energy to do happy things until lunchtime. 

I made lunch reservations ahead of time. If we'd been at Disney during peak season, I would have had to make reservations six months or more from when we planned to eat. Since it was "slow" season, I made most of them about a week before we arrived there. Sometimes, I made last minute changes the day before. 

Just like it's important to remember that the hotel is part of the experience, dining at Disney is entertainment. I can't speak highly enough about taking some time to research and then time to sit and enjoy--both the experience and your family. 

Some highlights of the mealtime magic:

On a super crowded day at Magic Kingdom, we took a lovely, cool boat ride to the Wilderness Campground and ate at Trail's End Restaurant . The boat ride took us from the crowd and cleared our heads. We had the restaurant nearly to ourselves; the pace was relaxed and pleasant; the food was tasty and plentiful. When we disembarked from the boat back at the Magic Kingdom we were re-energized and ready for the evening.

We went back to Wilderness Lodge on another day and had so much fun at Whispering Canyon Cafe. The wait staff there truly are actors and actresses. Their schtick is that we are all a part of rowdy western bar and grill. They might be a tad "rude," with a goodnatured wink. Nicholas asked for refill one too many times. Our waitress said she was tired of him pestering her and brought him a giant Mason jar so he'd leave her alone. Stephen thought he'd be wise to that system and asked for "small refill." He got the Mason jar equivalent of a shot glass.

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Two of our best dining experiences were near-disasters. The first time, I had carefully researched a counter service restaurant in Magic Kingdom for a quick, relatively inexpensive meal. It was really crowded (again) that day. We walked en masse, confidently, to the restaurant, hoping that a good meal would revive lagging spirits. When we arrived, we learned it was only open during the "busy" season. Seriously? That was so not noted in the book. The park was packed. Mike navigated across the kingdom and we ended up at The Plaza Resturant. He asked me about it. I told him the book panned it. He managed to talk the staff into finding us a table anyway. We were so hungry we didn't care. 

My boys are still talking about those amazing sandwiches. We sat at a corner table as the sun set. There, we were treated to an enchanting view of Cinderella's Castle as it came up in lights on a beautiful Florida evening. Lovely. Just Lovely. It's that serendipitous magic, I tell you.

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One day, in Hollywood Studios, I made a giant mistake and accidentally made us reservations for a prix fixe character lunch. Brain blip. I didn't realize it wasn't a price range a la carte restaurant. There was no way we could pay for that prix fixe without busting the budget. Mike explained the mistake and the manager went next door to the 50s Prime Time Cafe and found us a la carte seats there. We waited just a few minutes in a 50s "living room" and were cheerfully escorted to our seats. The restaurant had a charming atmosphere, where our waitress played the part of the mom in a classic 50s sitcom. We had a darling time.

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On my birthday, we splurged with the girls and ate a Storybook Princess lunch at the Norwegian Akershus Castle. Mike and I had eaten there with Michael twenty years ago and I literally had not stopped talking about the rice cream and strawberries since then. Back then, there was no Google. Now, though, you can bet this will grace my table on a special day very soon. On that trip, our waitress' name was Kirsten. That Disney jaunt was my post-cancer trip. We were just a few months removed from chemo. The waitress was adorable and I told Mike that if ever we lived happily-ever-after and had a (second) baby girl, we should name her Kirsten. (The first baby girl was already promised to Mary and Elizabeth.) It was pretty amazing to sit in that restaurant 20 years later with our own Kirsten Therese.

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All the food at Akershus was fabulous. Just fabulous. And the experience was every bit the storybook we had hoped it would be. The princesses came from table to table and talked with the girls. It was just darling. Unlike our very gregarious Sweet Karoline, Sarah Annie is shy and soft-spoken. Her speaking voice is barely a whisper. While every little girl in the room cavorted and jostled and chattered around her, she waited patiently to catch Ariel's eye.

"You're my favorite princess," she whispered. 

"And you," Ariel answered in her most regal princess voice, "are my favorite little girl."

Magic.

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Blessed are they...

Suscipio

Your children will see that– in spite of imperfections in their parents– joyful obedience to God is still the standard. That obedience is all the more fruitful when difficult temperaments and real life challenges are involved. Your children will learn that you can’t change someone else. But you can love them.  

I'm sharing an old post at Suscipio this morning, the notes from long ago conversations with wise women. Thoughts on love and marriage. Please join me there?

To Love As She Does

The box arrived on Saturday, in plenty of time before the holiday.

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They recognized the handwriting, the now-familiar return address. It was addressed to them and they knew good things were guaranteed inside.

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Over and over again, they've received such boxes, always with good things inside. 

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Because she knows the hearts of children and she meets them where they are.

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She loves them well.

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This time was no exception. There were heart-shaped cardboard boxes and paints and paintbrushes and all sorts of things to spark creative enthusiasm.

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It came addressed to the girls. But the boys know these boxes, too. And they circled in anticipation.

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No worries. More than enough in that good box for everyone. Because she knows boys, too.

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A morning spent quietly, happily.

Creating beauty.

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All while praying for their benefactor.

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As she struggles again with every breath. 

That good heart keeps beating. He hears the prayers of children.

Pray with us, please.

In the Moment on Monday


I find myself:

::praying earnestly

Elizabeth DeHority has been admitted to the hospital with pneumonia. Because she is very immunosuppressed, this is particulary troublesome. Pray with me? I'll keep you updated as I get information. She doesn't have her phone right now, but I expect she will be all wired to the world soon.

::noticing God's glory

It's winter, at least for few days. I'm okay with that unless it kills the already sprouting tulips in my front bed. That would be so sad. I think this is the week to plan my garden. I have no idea how to plan a garden. But I know who to ask...

 

::listening to 

Quiet just now. Much appreciated quiet.

 

::clothing myself in 

Jeans and a Mickey Mouse sweatshirt. The Monday uniform?

 

::giving thanks for

public school friends who take the time to write letters in favor of the Tebow bill. Even more, I'm grateful that they've taken the time to assure me--despite the ugly noise to the contrary--that we are welcome and they don't see the polarizing divisions being propogated by teacher's unions and PTAs.

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::pondering prayerfully

 

Think: "Take care not to meddle in things which do not concern you, nor even allow them to pass through your mind; for perhaps you will not then be able to fulfill your own task.-- St. John of the Cross

Pray: God, help me to keep my eyes—and my mind—on my own work. 

Act: Look at your reading, computer, and television habits. Eliminate those things which don’t truly concern you.

 

from Small Steps, February 6.  And yes, that link will take you to a page that let's you know that Small Steps is out of print. Makes me sad.

     

::clicking around these links

Hooray for the amazing Joy! Joy Messimer, that is. She's gotten me--and you--all hooked up with Delicious. So, there are live links on the sidebar once again. Joy rocks:-) 

 

::turning the pages of this book

Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World that Can't Stop Talking. I am now halfway through the first chapter. I started this book over two weeks ago. It has been a noisy, noisy fortnight in my house. Lots of unexpected flurry. I am so in need of quiet. Hoping and praying truly that this is the week.

 

::thinking thoughts as I go about my daily round

These thoughts linger. For quite some time--nearly two years--I have been on a bit of auto-pilot where home education is concerned and I've been more than disenchanted with Catholic homeschool support.  The creative, exuberant joy that I'd always known in home education was clouded in my sorrow.  In the past couple of weeks, as I have been called to defend almost incessantly the way that we live, I'm falling in love all over again, for the deeply held personal reasons that were the genesis of this life's journey more than two decades ago. I'm grateful beyond words for that grace. It's like spring rain.

 

::creating by hand

A quilt for Sarah's baby. Which will come first? Quilt or baby? Go with baby--that's a very safe bet. Praying, praying, praying for Sarah.

 

::learning lessons in

asthma management. Seriously? Is there anything new to learn? Apparently so. My sweet Sarah Annie has given us quite a fright this month. And there, my friends, goes the last of the wood fires in my house. Fortunately that fireplace has all the underpinning to be converted to gas.

 

::encouraging learning 

in the pages of picture books. Katie and Nicky have programs of study based almost solely on the picture books in our home. I hope to share the details of that with you next week. (I know, I said that last week. I'm working on it. Really, I am.)

 

::carefully cultivating rhythm

Hah! Right now, in this moment, nothing extraordinary is on the books for this week. Perhaps we can settle into that rhythm now?

 

::keeping house

Mike is working diligently at relocating all the books from our library closet so that the girls can have a "dressing room." We have grand plans for a considerable amount of painting, fabric-ing, repurposing, and renovating. This house is ten years old, but three times the average number of people live here. Does that make it 30 years old? Sort of.

 

::crafting in the kitchen 

It's nearly Lent. Pantry purge and reorganization to happen today. Whole foods restocking to happen later this week. Looking at a wheat-free Eastern Catholic fast.  But first, these gooey, yummy, goodies for my honey for tomorrow.

 

::loving the moments

when I get to sew with beautiful girls. Hilary, Paddy's girlfriend, joined me in the sewing room yesterday. She made herself a scarf. And I think she was pretty pleased with herself. She was also amused that Paddy came in to take her picture. And Mike came in to take her picture. And Mary Beth came in to take her picture. And the little girls used HIlary's phone to take her picture...  You know, when the New York Times was here last week, the photographer commented that my children were perfectly at ease in front of the camera. Perhaps that comes with a blogging mom? My family apparently thinks it's totally normal to document with a camera every. thing. we. do.

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::living the liturgy

Preparing for Lent. I love Lent. Is that weird?

 

::planning for the week ahead

Well, I've got well-planned lessons, a meal plan, a chore chart, a fully penciled-in planner, and a prayer commitment. Now, I'm just going to hold on for dear life. {I said that two weeks ago. I had no idea how hard I was going to have to hold on.}

 

::capturing the images of my days

Scarf fabric for all the girlies in my life. I sort of envisioned a Sunday afternoon sewing-fest. We got started yesterday, but we've barely made a dent in that pile. It's going to be a weeklong adventure instead.

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