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Legoland: The Good, The Great, and The Well…

The Good

The “good” category is for things that, depending on your viewpoint, are either “great” or “well…” (i.e. not so great).  Riley often says, “Well…” just before confessing to peeing on the bathroom floor or smacking Dylan in the face.

Behavior modification via wine.  On our first night in Winter Haven, we tried to have a leisurely dinner at the Outback Steakhouse, but the kids had other plans.  I told them I’d take them back to the hotel if they let me finish one glass of wine.  Then I told them if they were good, I’d finish my wine quickly, but if they misbehaved I would drink it very slowly.  (Judge me if you must, but it worked.)

Froot Loops.  I don’t serve Froot Loops in my house, but I follow a “When in Rome…” food policy when we’re traveling.  On our last morning, the boys found the Froot Loops at the hotel’s breakfast buffet.  Six mini Froot Loop cereal boxes later, they transformed into actual Froot Loops.

“Close but no cigar” Crocs.  Riley insisted on wearing these mismatched Crocs the whole trip.  The boy beats to his own drum!  Or, he’s a stubborn pain in the butt!  I’ll let you decide.

The Great (in no special order)

Televisions with Nickelodeon and the Cartoon Network at every table at the hotel restaurant.

Warm and friendly service.  Everyone we met at Legoland was wonderful, including the woman who gave the boys ponchos (for free) when it started pouring just as we were walking to the car.

Amazing Lego figures and models, like this wolf:

New York City:

And the White House:

Hello Obamas and Bo!

Clean bathrooms.  Nuff said.

Cool playgrounds:

Complimentary coffee in the lobby of our hotel starting at 6am.  (This is a must when your children are roosters and/or Froot Loops.)

Taking pictures of your napping child with signs written on napkins.

When your kid hugs Lego Dude and says to Lego Dude, “I love you.”

Lego play zones in restaurants.  Parents can sit and eat in peace and kids can play, except for when the mean little boy took Legos from Riley and then told his mom he didn’t and then called Riley a liar!  [Insert dramatic music.]  More on this in a future post.

Finding an owl for sale at Legoland…

…and exhibiting amazing impulse control by not buying it.  But then buying these Lego coasters a few minutes later:

No lines!  Hint: Go during the week.  We heard weekends are a lot busier.

The boys’ travel journals!  Crafty Mama success!

Lego Driving School.  The kids got to drive real Lego cars on a real raceway.  Fun!  (Dylan is actually a good driver.  Riley…not so much.)

And for $14.99 each, the kids got driver’s licenses.  Pricey – like the teeny-tiny bucket of popcorn that cost $4 but included unlimited $1.50 refills! – but adorable.

The “Well…”

The food.  Maintaining a low-carb/high-kale diet in the middle of nowhere (sorry Central Florida) at an amusement park isn’t easy.  For comparison sake, I found eating healthy far easier at Disney World.  Suffice it to say, a kale salad is on the menu for dinner tonight.

The Super Star Destroyer.  3152 pieces.  $399.99.  This should be illegal.  Even Dylan knew I would never allow that in my house.  It would be me or the destroyer.  (I wonder which he’d choose?)

The rides had age and height restrictions, which was mostly a good thing because the roller coasters were no joke.  Still, some height/age restrictions were confusing.  One ride said you had to be 36 inches tall and 4-12 years old.  Riley is easily 36 inches tall (and perfectly capable of sitting on a Lego horse with a seatbelt), but they wouldn’t let him ride because he was three.  Boo.  Thankfully, the carousel was for everyone.

Legoland has a water park attached to the amusement park.  There are water slides for all ages, a wave pool, and a lazy river.  It’s fun and the kids had a great time, but it required a lot of packing and schlepping to go from dry to wet and back to dry clothes.

THE VERDICT: Thumbs up from the whole family.

If you can get there by car (our drive was about 3 ½ hours), go for it.  Go during the week if you can and bring plenty of sunscreen.  The Holiday Inn Winter Haven was lovely (there are no resort style hotels nearby…yet).  There’s not much to do in Winter Haven besides Legoland, so if your trip requires air travel, I recommend adding Legoland as a side trip to an Orlando or Tampa vacation.  The park is about 45 minutes from both cities.  With small kids, two days was a perfect amount of time to spend there (considering weather, naps, meltdowns, etc.).  With older kids, you might be able to do it all in one day.

p.s. Legoland is an alcohol-free property (for now).  For this reason, Mike wanted to give it a “thumbs down” on principle, but I convinced him to turn his thumb around.

Next stop…San Francisco!

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Cliffhanger

I need to update you on a bunch of random stuff, including the casserole, Father’s Day, my financial, um, situation, the garden, and summer goals.

As it turns out, my casserole leftovers were quite yummy.  It tasted so much better than the night I cooked it.  In other words, it got better with age…

…just like Mike.  Happy Fathers Day!  We started the day with cards and pictures:

Dylan made this picture of a spider web for Mike  – yes, a spider web – at camp:

Then omelets with hot Italian pork sausage, baby spinach and mozzarella (Mike’s request), turkey bacon, Morning Star veggie sausage patties, and croissants (Dylan’s request):

Made by Yours Truly!  I may need some casserole practice, but I’m damn good with eggs.

Then Mike went straight to his computer to do computery things.  (For comparison’s sake, on Mother’s Day, I went to the mall and bought a pair of expensive shoes.)  About Mike’s role as a dad, I can say this:  He works his butt off to provide for his family (and he’s a gifted paper airplane maker to boot), and Dylan, Riley and I couldn’t be more fortunate and proud.

Later in the afternoon, I took the boys to Target to give Mike some space and to buy a zillion and one things, including Mike’s Father’s Day presents from the boys.  Apparently, Mike requested a really awesome Beyblade with sharp edges and a Star Wars Snowspeeder.

“Daddy’s gonna love this,” said Dylan.

I’m gonna love this,” said Riley.

(Editor’s note:  I wasn’t going to buy any toys – as if these kids need any more – but Daddy insisted.  He did.)

We ended the day at our favorite local bar & grill to celebrate with three generations of current and future dads:

Cheers to Grandpa Tom…and to Uncle Ken and Grandpa Barry who we’ll see in San Francisco in ONE MONTH!

On to less celebratory topics…

My spending:  I added up my household expenses for the week and, well, I don’t really want to talk about it.  Just know that I’ll be adding it all up on a weekly basis for a while.  Back in my Weight Watchers days, keeping the food journal was always the deciding factor in whether or not it was a successful week.  I’m hoping the same will be true here.

Now let’s talk about the garden, another slightly depressing topic.  On Saturday, we completed “Take Two” of our garden project.  Not “Phase Two” (the herb and vegetable garden); rather, “Take Two.”  Almost all of the flowers I planted a few weeks ago died.  Green Mama, I am not.  Mike planted new flowers yesterday afternoon without gloating too much (just a little bit) about how all of the flowers he originally planted survived and all of the flowers I originally planted died.  Boo.

Good luck, Take Two:

We (Mike) also planted a beautiful yellow Bromeliad plant Dylan’s teacher gave me at the end of the school year as a thank you for being the classroom’s healthy snack coordinator.

Supposedly, these plants are hard to kill.  We’ll see.  Mike planted it, so I’m hopeful.

A quick “Summer Goals” update:  I bought a “Captain Underpants” chapter book for Dylan.  After initially rejecting the book because it was “black and white on the inside” and asking me to bring it back to the store and buy a toy instead, which made me a very Angry Mama, Dylan let me read a few chapters before bed last night and He. Loved. It.  By the way, there’s a lot of poop, fart, and wedgie humor in this book, which is fun, but we made a deal to only do “poop, fart, and wedgie talk” at home when we’re reading the book (just like how we only pee on trees in our backyard).  We even did a pinky shake to ensure compliance.

Finally, here’s the “Who shot J.R.?” cliffhanger:  I have less than 72 hours to pack for a four-day family trip to Legoland.  Yikes!  Those of you who know my history of packing anxiety are well aware of what a frighteningly short period of time I’ve left myself to get my s–t together.  (New readers can catch up here:  “Everything AND The Kitchen Sink” and “Mastering the art of…”)  Will I get it done?  Without blowing my budget?  Or losing my mind?  Is this all just a dream?  Speaking of which, last night I dreamed I was pregnant again!

To be continued…

p.s. The pregnancy dream isn’t the cliffhanger.  That really was a dream.

Anyone watching the new “Dallas” on TNT? 

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