Another first time at the Magic Kingdom.

If you only knew my life through the glamour that is my blog, you might think we live on Disney property. As the four of you know, the reality is that we had a stack of visits in the first part of this year, and I am seriously behind on this blogging business. While this post is not timely (happened March 5), it's still worth sharing.

About this time last year, Bacca visited the Magic Kingdom. This time, it was Grandma Louise's turn. (This is my favorite picture of the day, and one of my favorite pictures ever.)

Preschoolers have little interest in whose first time it is, or why they should do anything that they don't want to do. Fortunately for all of us, there was no conflict because Grandma Louise just wanted to do whatever Lily wanted to do -- to see the Magic of the Magic Kingdom through 3-year-old eyes. And with Lily, that means we're going to meet us some princesses. Somehow, we always seem to miss Snow White. Not this time. Lily chatted with (or at least swooned while being taked to) Snow White.

All I know is that Snow White liked her bows and they had a lovely visit.

Slowly but surely, we meanedered beyond Main Street -- to The Teacups! My favorite Magic Kingdom ride, one of many favorites for Lily, and generally a crowd pleaser. With reasonable lines. So we threw our arms up in the air and went for a spin.
I was determined to spin as fast as possible. I'm pretty sure that Grandma Lousie enjoyed it.

Though I'm pretty sure it might've been a bit too much at times, but Gramma was a good sport, and I thought it was funny, apparently.

After a couple of rides, it was time to leave Fantasyland and head onward. Along the way, we saw Tiana, and like Snow White, we haven't met her.

Poor Lily. She was so determined to stay awake while we waited in line. Though it was a losing battle.

And she did indeed lose the battle.

So only a couple of other attractions after her nap, and we were ready to go. Unfortunately, after the short nap, Miss Lily was still not feeling too magical about her surroundings. (That's mommy-speak for she was grumpy and unpleasant.) We wrapped it up and called it a day.

Grumpiness aside, I'm still pretty sure that Gramma Louise had a good time at the Happiest Place on Earth. For the very first time.

Taking a break from the princesses.

Surely every man has a limit to how much time he can play with princess dolls. Lily helped her daddy find his a few weeks back. (And even though the pictures suck, I can't help but share this story.)

Of the 750,000 toys my child owns, her favorites by far are her princess dolls. She'd rather play with them than her legos, stuffed kitties, and crayons. She's always liked them to come in pairs -- Prince Eric with Ariel, John Smith with Pocahontas, Flynn Rider with Rapunzel, and so on. So we have as many Prince dolls as we do Princesses. Even with the male representation, one Sunday afternoon, Khan decided he just couldn't play with dolls anymore.

So he made up a new game with the dolls. Bowling. With the furniture shoved against the walls for my scrapbooking group, the living room really did resemble bowling lanes, and all he needed was a ball and some pins. Or something that could substitute as pins, like Prince dolls.

The game would've been more fun with more pins, but the princesses make terrible bowling pins. Apparently, men walk normally and women stand on their tippy toes. (So prince dolls can stand all on their own , but princess dolls are weak and just fall over.) Yes, I know it's so that the heels fit. But really, Cindy and her glass slippers aside, most princess dolls don't really require fancy heels.

I digress. 

Pins in place, Khan set out to teach her how to "bowl." 

Maybe it would've gone better if the ball were not a soccer ball.

So they moved a little closer.

It worked.

Don't worry. Flynn Rider and John Smith are going down, too.