Going on a Disney Adventure!

Around here, it's all about princesses.  Even Coco seems to think that Cinderella should drive his lego ambulance around (poor guy, growing up with two sisters).

So, the lucky girl (a.k.a Princess Pizz) and the Editor embarked this morning on a Disney Adventure!  4 days on a cruiseship with Ita, Wowo, Tia Cristina, Uncle Mike, and her primos - Ella, Grayson, and Lulu.

I was tasked with packing one 4-year-old child and one 37-year-old daddy into one very manageable bag.  The Editor seemed to think a roller bag would be the best option, but since the last plane trip with the Pizz is still etched in the forefront of my mind (puke, puke, and more puke), I disagreed.  This sort of thing calls for maximum Disaster Preparedness - hands free, 4 changes-of-clothes, shampoo-at-the-ready sort of preparedness.

So, tiny shoulder bag was packed with 4 changes of clothes (for each of them - people, I do my job well!) + one princess costume + princess slippers + flip flops, suits, etc.  And Daddy's kit.  And for good measure 1 Leapster (thanks Lala!) + one new book + one princess magnetic drawing board.  The Pizz insisted on a sparkly purse and her tiny stuffed horse to carry around, like one of those women who carry small dogs in their shoulder bags.

They woke up super-early (The Editor barely slept, travel anxiety being his modus operandi and everything).  The Pizz woke up and got decked out in cuteness for her big trip.  We had one last check for lice (yes, you heard right.  Another outbreak at her school has us paranoid.)  Clean as a whistle! Whew!  And off they went at 5:45am!

And of course, at the airport the Pizz was cuteness and manners personified... just until the time she threw up all over the plane.  Again.  (Poor Editor, considering he has a train, another plane, a taxi ride, and 4 days on a boat to get through, before reversing this process with little-Miss-motion-sickness!)  Someone get that man a drink!