October 18, 2006

Disney, Day Home

The sad news: I have 3.5 toes per foot now. I wore the little one completely OFF and sanded my big one down to half its former glory hiking back and forth between Splash and Space Mountain as my son fast-passed first one and then the other. Were they all the way across the Magic Kingdom from each other? WHY, YES. THEY WERE. I am SO glad sandal season is over because it’s going to take all winter, wearing out a pumice stone, and an ocean of lotion to salvage them.

The other sad news: I have completely succumbed to marketing. I have AVOIDED Disney Princess toys as if they were manufactured from the carcasses of diseased weasels for two years now. Not with the same rabid hatred that I have avoided, say, THE BRATZ DOLLS (Scott calls them THE SLUTZ) but I have been proactive about steering Maisy toward Olivia the Pig gear and Dora Dora Dora the explorer and even Hello, Kitty whenever she has leaned toward DPs.

My editor has a girl child around Maisy’s age and after a protracted battle, she too succumbed to her daughter’s unwavering devotion to Princess gear, but she always ends the her reading of the princess tales by saying something like, “And so the prince and the princess decided to go to different schools and get good educations and travel and date other people and THEN they got married and lived happily ever after! THE END!” Because, face it, these are 16 year old chicks getting married off and--- Mulan a blessed aside--- their biggest claim to fame is prettiness.

BUT! BUT! BUT! THE PRINCESSES ARE SO SWEET. You could die of it. Seriously. It doesn’t help that they are played by adorable fresh faced college-aged girls. They speak in soft, high voices that are pink-wall level soothing. I think they should pipe in tapes of Princesses talking about goodness to the rooms of the criminally insane to stop recidivism. They are so patient and slow moving and kindly with the little children. AND! They all KNOW THEIR BACKSTORY, so if my son says, for example, “Are Iago and Aladdin still fighting?” they know how to ANSWER that in a way that seems to satisfy him. Which is more than I can do.

When we finally at last at last got to meet Maisy’s forever favorite, Cinderella, and Maisy got so So SO excited that her voice racheted up into a register so high that only dogs could hear her, Cinderella apparently READ HER LIPS and caught every word and answered her and stayed by our table for EXTRA, and she put a pink lipstick kiss on Maisy’s cheek. Maisy cried when we washed it off in the bath that night.

Here is Maisy losing her mind with happiness, my niece looking lovely as always, and my son looking hideously uncomfortable, his arms crossed defensively, his manhood impugned, as he is forced to stand by girly old Cinderella. See how he is looking off camera? He’s looking at me, and I am making a thunderous face and hissing, SMILE! COME ON SAM A REAL SMILE. PLEASE??? PLEASE???

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As she was leaving, Cinderella bent down to Maisy’s level and looked directly into my daughter’s small open trusting bloom of a face, and she touched Maisy’s nose and said, “Always remember, Princess Maisy, your dreams CAN come true.” And she said it with total sincerity, and Maisy nodded with SUCH vigorous hope and belief that SOMEONE at the lunch table, I am not saying who, but SOMEONE had to hide their face in their napkin because they got a little watery.

That SAME someone later purchased Maisy a metric ton of Disney PINcess Princess trading pins with matching pink lariat AND a hot pink Satin Princess Gear Backpack.

“I needed a new backpack ANYWAY,” Maisy confided to the saleslady, “My big fat cat FREW UP on my Dora one. It was GWOSS.”)

This vacation was JUST what I needed. I feel like me again, except with callousy aching troll feet. It ended this way: We left the happiest place on earth and went to the CRAPPIEST place on earth, forever and henceforth defined as “ANY airport.” Before we even left the hotel lobby, Maisy turned into a 34 pound snoring piece of carry on luggage and Sam was running a fever. By the time we got home, five hours later than we were ‘sposed to, it was already today and both kids were sicksicksick as little dogs.

EARLY this morning, as we AT LAST came into the house, Maisy stirred and whispered, “Mama?”
I said, “Yes bunny?” and put my ear down near her mouth.
“In just a minute,” she said, “I want to go to go see Cindewella again at her castle.” Then her eyes opened a crack and she saw our front door. “Oh,” she said. “Look. We’re here now. Never mind. Imma go back to sleep.”

And she did.

Posted by joshilyn at October 18, 2006 7:45 AM
Comments

Ok, I was a bit teary eyed on that posting.
Little Maisy, her dreams can come true:)

Posted by: tina at October 18, 2006 8:07 AM

I cannot stop laughing at Maisy's little face in that picture. I suspect that you made the rest of the post up; right after the shutter clicked, she simply IMPLODED from the joy.

Posted by: Mir at October 18, 2006 9:18 AM

Priceless picture. Yup, Maisy looks wound up tighter than a thermonuclear clock spring. And what do you want to bet in a few years Sam finds himself quite amenable to being hugged by princesses.

Posted by: David at October 18, 2006 10:19 AM

SOMEONE who's typing this comment MAY have had to dab her eyes with a Kleenex after looking at Maisy's sweet little face aglow with the joy of meeting Cinderella.

Posted by: Aimee at October 18, 2006 10:34 AM

Yep, me too. Looking into Maisy's bright face and reading your post, my face is a bit watery too.

I love it that Cinderella's encouraging little girls to chase their dreams.

Posted by: Katrina Stonoff at October 18, 2006 11:15 AM

Waitwaitwait...you dissin' Belle? Plenty more than pretty going on there.

Posted by: rams at October 18, 2006 11:50 AM

I think Cinderella telling Maisy her dreams can come true is so much more real than my mom telling me there are White Knights.

Posted by: Cele at October 18, 2006 12:20 PM

Screw the princesses...I want a Maisy backpack...Hell, I want a Maisy!

Posted by: Angela at October 18, 2006 12:49 PM

Okay. . .I could not help but smile all the way through your post--especially what Maisy confided to the cashier at the Princess Mart and "Imma go back to sleep now." Just so completely and totally magical, those two things, all by themselves.

And we own SEVERAL Disney princess Barbie sized dolls. . .and SEVERAL Disney princess movies. . .but we steer clear of the "Slutz" at all costs--even my daughter does not yearn for them. Her comment, "Those things are just UGLY." Good girl.

Posted by: Roxanne at October 18, 2006 2:33 PM

I love, love, LOVE that picture! Although, I am a little surprised that she's not closer to eye level with Cindewella, since she looks excited enough to actually hover!

As an aside, I also do have to give kudos to Disney, at least in this instance, for not choosing size 0 princesses. Sweetness, gentility, dreams coming true, AND a realistic body image? That, I can endorse!

Posted by: Jessica at October 18, 2006 4:24 PM

Maisy is so adorable! How precious, thanks for sharing!

Posted by: Melanie Marie at October 18, 2006 4:31 PM

Oh, that is so sweet--gotta admit I was a little teary-eyed as I read your post myself. My youngest had a very similar look on her face when she finally got to meet Minnie Mouse! I don't care WHAT anyone says--anyone who can make a 4 year old glow from the inside out is magic in MY book! Kudos to that young lady for making Maisy's dreams come true!!

Posted by: Sheri at October 18, 2006 5:57 PM

Now THAT is one precious picture!

Posted by: poopie at October 18, 2006 6:10 PM

Aww... adorable pic of the kids with Cinderella!! Cinderella is my fave Disney Cartoon, then Sleeping Beauty!! I gave them to my niece years ago, now I wish I'd copied them!! When I grew up, I wanted to "color" for Disney.. in/on what.. was irrelevant!! Ahhh, childhood... and sweet dreams, are made of these....thanks for taking us with you Josh, its been a "trip."

Posted by: North at October 18, 2006 10:46 PM

I too have been known to get 'a little watery' at The Happiest Place on Earth. For us it was when my Little Tink met Peter and Wendy for the first time and was too bashful to tell them her "happy thought" because it was happening to her right then and there.

Posted by: Melessa at October 18, 2006 11:48 PM

Awww man!!! You made ME all teary-eyed. Laughing teary-eyed. And then i had to read the blog to my hubby, and he got all teary-eyed. And I got all choked up trying to read it outloud. Awwwwww!

And I have to stand with ram on her comment - Belle is another smarty exception!

Posted by: Laume at October 19, 2006 2:55 AM

If anyone ever needs to illustrate the phrase "about to burst with excitement" they only need to point to this photo of Maisy. Sooooooo cute!!! I'd have totally caved on a boycott of the Disney princesses after that experience too. Let's hear it for things that remind Maisy that a Real Princess told her her dreams can come true!!!

(Plus just about *anything* is better than those creepy Bratz dolls...shudder)

Posted by: DebR at October 19, 2006 8:48 AM

Welcome home! I'll go with the crowd because I can't make myself not comment on that FANTASTIC picture: Maisy is sweetness and excitement incarnate and Sam, what a trooper! Thanks for sharing the picture, your story, and your slight cave-in. Hope everyone feels better soon. Peace.

Posted by: Lilymane at October 19, 2006 12:08 PM

Dave Barry said in a column a few years back that when people ask him what kind of flooring he has in his house he says "Disney Princesses." My daughter has recently become very into American Girl dolls, which are apparently filled with platinum dust because they run close to a hundred dollars each. Having said that, I would fill her room with them before I would buy **ONE** BRATZ doll. Last year she said she was going over my head and asking Santa for one and I told her Santa doesn't allow them in his workshop. For fear the other dolls would catch something...

Okay, maybe I left out the STD part...

Posted by: Laura at October 19, 2006 2:09 PM

Who doesn't LOVE Cinderella! She kicks The Slutz I mean Bratz Dolls' butts.

Posted by: Heather Cook at October 19, 2006 3:08 PM

They should hire Maisy to do commercials.

Very precious.

Posted by: jason evans at October 19, 2006 4:37 PM

Why do I find it so cute that both of your kids - the trapped one and the delighted one - are looking at you and not the camera?

Posted by: Suebob at October 19, 2006 6:26 PM

LOVE LOVE LOVE the pic! My daughters were similarly entranced by a Cinderella in Disneyland (who looks JUST LIKE YOUR Cinderella, eerily enough) four years ago. *happy memory sigh*

And I am SO with your hubby on the "bratz/slutz" dolls. I will NOT even allow the freebie ones in the house anymore. The ones that made it in "disappeared" during our recent move. Hmph.

Posted by: Pattie at October 23, 2006 9:19 AM

I am so glad I read this post after I read your posts about how sick you are, because now I feel like it was worth it. Even though I know I can ONLY say that because I am not having to go to the doc in the box and rip people's faces off with my fangs, which sounds entirely justified in your case.

I hope you get better with miraculous velocity!

Me, I'm just going to sit here all Disney weepy, with the rest of the gang. Oh, I could just eat Maisy up with a SPOON...

Posted by: Cornelia Read at October 23, 2006 9:37 PM

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