From Wayne's World to Walt's

Hello, everyone. Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Rebecca, I am five-months-old and I am from Aurora, Illinois. My Daddy decided to let me write our trip report, because he is really busy and doesn't have much time. He blames this on me. I don't believe him -- how much trouble can a baby possibly be?

Let me first introduce the cast of characters. First, there is my Daddy, a 34-year-old software engineer for a major telecommunications company in Chicago. Then there is my mommy, also 34, a technical account manager for a major software company. Mommy and Daddy are making their ninth trip to WDW / DL. Next is my brother Alexander, who Daddy says is eight going on 18. I don't know what that means. Alex is making his fifth WDW/DL trip. Finally, there is my brother Thomas. He is almost six and making his fourth WDW/DL trip. And me, I am making my first visit to see the Mouse. I'll be writing about our trip one day at a time and then writing a summary for those people travelling with babies. Please bear with me if it takes a while to get through this TR -- I have to do it between naps and you know how much we babies sleep!

Day 0 was July 26. A stretch limo picked us up from our home in Aurora and took us to O'Hare airport in Chicago. My first limo ride! My brothers think the limo rides to the airport are really cool. But from my car seat, all I can see is the back of the leather seats, so I am not sure what all the excitement is about.

We got to the airport and Mommy paid the driver while Daddy made some wisecrack about going to hire a sherpa for all my stuff. Really, I don't understand. All I had with me was my pacifier. Mommy was the one who had the stroller, car seat, baby bag, and clothesbag.

Our flight was supposed to leave at 5:17, but Daddy said the airplane was late in arriving from Connecticut, so we wouldn't leave until 6:30. I don't understand what a plane in Connecticut has to do with a flight from Chicago to Florida. I chose to vocalize my disapproval with American Airlines in the only way I knew how, by screaming at the top of my lungs in the waiting area. Mommy decided it was a good time to feed me. I can't cry with a bottle in my mouth, so I settled down, enjoyed the meal and waited for the plane.

When they called us to board, Daddy gave away my car seat and stroller to some lady at the gate. I didn't understand why he would do that, since I still wanted them. But I was too interested in the plane to complain, so we got on board and sat down. Mommy held me for awhile, then I got cranky, so she gave me to Daddy. He was trying to work his crossword puzzles, but I wanted some attention, so I started kicking his book. That got him to stop and hold me. We fell asleep and didn't wake up until we were almost in Florida -- an hour and half late.

When we got off the plane, my car seat and stroller were waiting for me. This magic teleportation was too much for me to handle, so I started crying. Mommy got a bottle ready and fed me while we waited for our luggage. Then we had to go get a car, Daddy said. I didn't understand why we just didn't bring one of ours with us -- we have two of them in the garage. But anyway, we got on an elevator to go upstairs to the rental car place. When we got there, there was a sign telling us to go downstairs, then back upstairs. The elevators were packed, so we took everything down the escalator two flights, across this cool moving sidewalk thingie, then back upstairs to the Avis counter. Then Mommy got a set of keys and we walked to a green car in the parking lot. Daddy buckled in my car seat and we were off to our hotel.

We arrived at the Marriott Springhill Suites in Little Lake Bryan around 11PM. Mommy and Daddy cast each other some worried glances when the security guard looked at his watch before letting us in when we said we were checking in. It turned out they had reason to worry, because when we got to the hotel, we were told they did not have a room for us. Daddy had a long conversation with the front desk clerk, since we had paid in advance through a tour booking. The woman said she would get us an "upgraded" room in the Courtyard and sent us over there.

When we got to that room, it was a plain-old hotel room, not the suite we had paid for. Daddy tried to call someone on the phone, but got put on hold, so he left to talk to the front desk person. When he came back, we took our stuff to another room -- this one with a king bed and a sofa bed, but still not a suite. The man with Daddy insisted this was an upgraded room. Daddy talked with him for awhile about the room not having a microwave for my bottles, or a crib, or a sink like we had been promised. Daddy said he would call Marriott in the morning to complain, but since it was really late now -- almost midnight -- we decided to stay in this room.

Unfortunately, Mommy and Daddy hadn't packed enough diapers, formula and other stuff for me, because they thought we'd have enough time to grocery shop when we got to Orlando. So we had to go out to Walgreens for supplies, and then to IHOP for breakfast because they hadn't eaten since 10a.m. We were all pretty tired when we got back to the hotel room at 2 a.m. I was already asleep, so I didn't care. Mommy got me dressed for bed and put me in the portable crib they had supplied. I didn't like it much -- I missed my own bed, so I had a pretty cranky night and ended up sleeping with Mommy and Daddy. Their bed was much more comfy.

Anyway, that's it for Day 0. Tomorrow we go to some place called Epcot.