I should have written this yesterday but we had to be out of the room by 11 am and there weren't any memories at that point! Haha! Add to that the drive time getting home and I was just too tired. So, now I am going to try to stretch my brain to 24 hours ago. Ouch!
I thought I was going to give my body more of a rest yesterday, but I was wrong. First little man and I went to see the Peabody Ducks march in. Of course, they more run and than march but it was still cute. Four ducks went whizzing by us and then, almost 20 seconds later, the last duck made her beeline for the fountain. I don't know why she was so late on the uptake but it was pretty cute. I didn't get a single picture of the duck march because there was this woman who just kept pushing me. I love my camera but it is not equipped to handle a six inch jerk every half a second! Poor camera! After that I decided that we would wait for the crowd to dissipate before I tried to get pictures of little man with the ducks. While waiting, he started in with how he was soooo thirsty and hungry. I looked around and, other than going to the steakhouse, there was only a bar. So, I obviously told him no way was he getting a drink. It was kind of funny to try to explain to him why he couldn't have a mimosa like the lady at the bar. To him it was just a glass of orange juice! Then a lady that worked there heard our discussion and convinced the bartender to give little man a drink of plain ole orange juice. I am still thankful for that! That one act of kindness made the Peabody hotel a million times nicer than any marble stairs could make it! After that we took a few pictures and I let little man pick out a tiny rubber duck to remember the experience by and we headed out the door.
Our next stop was about nine blocks away if I had been reading the map instead of trying to go off my memory. I knew I should stop and get out the map but we were being kind of chased by a schizophrenic woman chanting things about the fat woman in the blue shirt and the little boy who talks a lot. Considering the fact that she was right behind me, I was wearing a blue shirt and my little man never shuts his mouth- I was a little uncomfortable. I kept looking at the next door I could duck inside if her rantings turned to violence. And then she just decided to go elsewhere. Thank the good Lord! By that time I was all the way at the water front and a block too far that direction. We still made it, it was just closer to 12 blocks than 9! I am just thankful that little man never got frightened. He was so focused on the pyramid that he couldn't see anything else around him! It was really funny and it made me almost take him there instead of mud island but I had no idea what was going on there that day or how much it would cost!
Like I said, we did eventually make it to Mud Island. I had never been before so it was a first for both of us. I didn't spring for the full tour and I kind of wish I had. It was $4 a person, no matter the age, for a monorail ticket or $10 for the full package for those over 5 years old. At the time it didn't occur to me that that meant for $2 more than what I paid for the monorail tickets we could both have gone to the museum. Oh well, live and learn. Little man had a great time anyway. He walked through the riverbed pretending to be a huge monster and then he played in the fountain. He actually fell in the fountain too so he was totally drenched. He was so cute about it. When he stood up he looked at me and said, "Mom, now there is water in my under wear!" The space between under and wear is on purpose by the way- he says it like it is too totally different words! After playing for a while and having some nachos and popcorn for a completely unhealthy lunch he started to get a little cold. I was cold myself and I wasn't wet! So I got him a dry shirt and we made our way back to the monorail.
I figured I could get one more memory shoved in to the day, and save my feet a bit so we took a trolley part of the way back to the hotel. Little man was so excited about it- and it cost me a whopping $1! Crazy, eh? We got back to the hotel an hour earlier than I thought would be OK for the hubby but he was let out earlier than I thought he would be. It worked out great! We loaded up and headed home to rest. Well, we sort of get to rest. We will be leaving for a wedding in about an hour and half... We will have been home for 20 hours!
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