The trip down was the direct result of failed planning from the previous two days. By the time we reached Orlando, I was tired and my wife was hungry. Bad combination. We both learned our lessons there.
Then to top it off, we made a bad choice choosing a handicap room. We'd never done that before, but for our situation it was actually more inconvenient then anything else. The large shower that shared the floor with the rest of the bathroom was a slipping hazard for us and made it much harder to bathe the baby then in a standard tub. So we decided to see if we could switch. By the next day they told us another room was available, but we had to have our luggage (which my wife had already unpacked) at the luggage handlers and ready to go by 11:00am. We find this out around 9:00 when we're on our way to Magic Kingdom, and a breakfast appointment at the castle at 10:20. Somehow we made both.
The baby caught a cold that day, and decided she was going to sleep for the rest of the day. She woke up for breakfast and went right back to sleep missing Pirates of the Caribbean and some walkthroughs.
Deciding that resting was the best thing to do, we all go back to out room around mid-day, and return close to dusk. By this time the baby was up and ready to go, and we had some Magic Hours to take advantage of that night. Like a couple of nimrods we sat on a curb waiting for a parade on a Monday that wasn't going to happen until Wednesday. Then we stand at the worst possible spot for viewing Wishes, way too close to the castle and too far under a shade area. All we could see were an occasional white burst of light and the "shooting stars". Holding my daughter over my head turned out to be a bad idea as well, as I can still feel the teeth marks she left in my skull.
But my little girl got to experience It's a Small World, Pooh, Buzz Lightyear and PhilharMagic and loved every minute of it. So the day wasn't a total bust in that regard. A little later that week, we went back (on the right day this time) and sat in the handicap section near the egress for the SpectroMagic parade, which she went absolute nuts for. We then got a better view of Wishes that same night.
Here's some shots of breakfast at Cinderella's Castle. Cinderella had an incredibly sweet voice and we had a complimentary picture taken with her as part of our vacation plan. We even got to ride the elevator up with her to the main dining room. Breakfast, which I don't generally eat, was pretty good. My wife seemed astounded by the shape of the french toast.
Pretty, aint she?
Yes, the silhouette was intentional.
Here's the view of the park from the balcony windows of the restaurant.
After breakfast, the girls go into the companion restroom to do some diaper changing and I start snapping pics of the lobby. Didn't know what the heck I was doing with the settings, and the results are evident here:
When they come out boo is sound asleep, so we're off to Pirates. I begin practicing taking pictures on the move without stopping to frame everything. Again, my success evident in the results.
I'm not exactly what you'd call patriotic. But for some reason, I love taking pictures of the Hall of Presidents.
By this point it's time to head back to the room for an old people nap. I guess it didn't help that it was over 90 degrees. Later that night, it time for Magic Hours. Let's just say, I haven't quite yet grasped the fine art of nighttime photography.
My daughter got a lot of attention at the parades. Especially when we found out that there was a handicap section for them. What were we thinking? Here's later that week at the SpectroMagic parade. Boo gets spotted by Snow White from far away.