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Little Boy
It wasn’t just the first Christmas we ever went to Disney. Nor was it just the first time we visited my Dad & Jenny at their new place in Florida. Or even just the first time we stayed at the Phelps’ house. There was another first this year. For a little boy. Named Otto Fox Wilder. It was his first Christmas. Ever. He won’t ever have another first Christmas. And even though I know he won’t have any recollection of this first Christmas, it was still pretty special to celebrate with him this year. I think I can say confidently that this little boy was the absolute best thing to…
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Classic
And it just would not be a trip to Disney without meeting these guys. Do you notice one Keiglet missing? Yes. Bergen waited in line for over forty minutes to meet Mickey and Minnie. At the very last minute, however, he bailed. After forty minutes waiting in line – it was not worth a battle.
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Mosely is Six
Birthdays. I love them. Mosely celebrated Six while we were on our vacation. In honor of that number and that stinkin’ adorable little girl – here are Six things I love about Mosely. One. She loves her little sister. When Mosely wakes up in the mornings she eases up to my side of the bed and asks quietly, “May I wake up little Pipes?” And once I agree Mosely makes every effort to take care of her little sister. She tries to change her diaper and dress her in clothes that are Mosely-approved. (Which usually means a dress, of course.) She even gets her a cup of water and entertains…
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Legos
It was like Lego heaven. I don’t know how your theology rolls, but I am pretty sure that if toys make the cut, then Legos will be in the after life. Just sayin’.
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Bergen’s Choice
We stopped at candy stores. More than once. Each Keigley was allowed to choose one treat. Whatever they wanted. Mosely and London chose cotton candy. (I think they were influenced by the sheer size of the bag. They’re into quantity right now.) I chose a chocolate covered strawberry that was practically the size of my hand. (Maybe I am into quantity too.) Kevin and Riley chose some overwhelming chocolate/ ice cream/ waffle cone concoctions at Ghiradelli’s. And Bergen chose this. Three marshmallows dipped in chocolate then rolled in sprinkles and crushed peppermints and speared on a Mickey Mouse straw. He loved it. Savored it. Slowly eating this masterpiece of tooth…
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buddies
At some point during our Florida Adventure we made our way to San Antonio. Florida, of course. We were finally able to visit my dad and Jenny at their new home. We were greeted at the door by Darryl – a super handsome greyhound who used to be quite the competitor. Piper was his biggest fan. She tried to sleep beside him in his dog bed with her own little pillow. Actually, the pillow she was lying on is part of this story. Jenny bought the smaller kids the most adorable pillows, called Owl Buddies. The kids loved them – and they made the perfect sleeping companions for the rest…
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The Waiting Is the Hardest Part
At Disney’s Kingdom of Good Times, we spent a fair amount of our day waiting in lines. While in line, we chatted. We told stories. We made funny faces. We yawned. Otto Fox slept. And Piper played her own special Waiting in Line game – she pretended to pull off tiny parts of Daddy’s face and then proceeded to pretend to feed his own face to him. We all laughed a lot at that. I don’t know if it was really funny or if we were really tired of waiting in lines.
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What Seems So Fun . . .
Our kids love PBS. Mosely even watches a little too much – remember? A lot of PBS shows are sponsored by Rainforest Cafe. So our kids naturally ask, “When can we go to Rainforest Cafe?” Guess what restaurant is located at Downtown Disney? Yep. So we’ve been talking this place up for months. The kids are all so excited. They think of it as a highlight on our Florida journey. They cannot wait. And then we visit. It looks like, well, a rain forest. On acid. At first the kids are amused. Entertained. The rain falling all around us is cool. The leaves of the trees hanging around the walls…
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sweet
Oh my goodness. We have been out of town for a while, it seems. A little out of touch. And our internet at home is down. And although perhaps I should be ashamed to admit this – I have really missed writing this blog. But I am back now. And you may just be sorry that I am. Because I hope to update with a flurry of posts. Yes. A flurry. Like snow. (Which I wish we would see a bit of.) Because here I am. At Panera Bread. Free wifi. A cinnamon scone to my right. A loaf of french bread leaning against the wall waiting to be served…
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Disney
(I promise to add photos when I return home. I promise. Bear with me, Leanne. Bear with me.) I don’t know where to start. Really. And I almost don’t even want to. Because I am sure I will forget something. There is just so much. So much. We are actually still on the road. (Not literally, mind you.) So maybe I will just work backwards. Or whatever. I’m pretty sure the only person who will be even slightly concerned with the correct order of events or the skipping of any memorable moments will be me anyway. Disney sounds like a good place to begin. After waiting in line for about…
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Here We Go
Alert: This post is being typed from a computer with a dying battery. In a hotel room with no access to photographs. The Band of Keigley are on the road. (And you would know all the minutia of our family’s Christmas journey south if you followed Riley’s Facebook updates. But please do not. We do not wish to support her addiction. I’m actually not joking.) The start was a bit shaky . . . an hour and a half later than intended, snow and ice the first forty-five minutes, an accidental opening of the completely, tightly packed Suburban’s back door two minutes before the official Buckling In Of Passengers was…
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A Story of Hope
At lunch yesterday Mosely made a very unusual comment that seemed to be right out of left field. “I wish I could meet my first parents one day,” she said. My head actually whipped toward her – it was such an unexpected comment. We have made the choice to speak normally and often about Mosely’s adoption and her introduction to our family when she was but a wee little three-month-old sausage baby. (Hey – “sausage baby” is the term Mosely uses. And listen, if you had the privilege of meeting her at that age, you would agree. Her appendages closely resembled sausage links. It’s just true.) So it was no…
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I Don’t Want One
I saw a crazy device recently in Best Buy. I think it was called Kindle, but I didn’t linger long enough to be certain. I guess everyone has heard of this already before me. Or owns one. It’s this little device that you hold in your hand and it contains the printed words of any large number of your favorite real books. It is not a book. It’s a little screen (uh – like a computer) that shows you the pages of the books you want to read. But I can tell you this, you will not be seeing this girl purchase a Kindle. Ever. One of its selling points…
