M-I-C-K-E-Y MOUSE

Junior has decided that only potty trained boys can go to Disneyworld with their sisters, and I am "just a mommy" so I shouldn't go.  Thanks kiddo.  I'm going anyway.

Abs dressed for the trip.

The bags are packed, and even though Gunner wouldn't share any of his bag with me, I managed to fit in everything that I needed.

Gunner wanted to arrive at the airport an hour and a half before our flight.  The Denver airport takes forever to get around, plus we have to park, then get bags and 4 kids to the terminal.  I told him we needed at least 3 hours at the airport, and we could always stop off at the USO if we had time.  His solution is that he will drop me off outside the terminal with 4 kids, 6 bags, 6 carry ons, and a carseat.  

How fun does that sound for me?  I think I will line them up, make them each drag a bag, Em will get two, I'll handle the carseat and my bag, and we will march to the counter to check it all in.  I think we might make the evening news.  

Some people frown at "leashes" for the kids, but since my stroller is in FL since we didn't have room in the car on the drive back from TX, I think Junior might have to be on one while we are marching.  I can't afford to lose him.

Speaking of Junior, Gunner took him to get a haircut today and Junior told the barber that he wanted his cowlick chopped off.  He came home and was so proud that it was gone, till Em pointed out to him that it wasn't.  Tears, more tears, and even more tears.  He's convinced 4 year olds should not have cowlicks.

This is our last hurrah before Gunner leaves.  So while I am excited about the trip and all that we have planned, I am also sad that it will be a long time before we can do something like this again.  

Wish us luck, and be glad that you won't be on our plane!