Disney, Marriage, Parenthood, Travel

Our First Night Away

For Jeremy’s birthday back in May, I surprised him with a gift that’s been a long time coming – our first night away from Griffin.

Where else would we go but Disney?

TripDuring our time at the beach, we both left Finn and an arsenal of pumped milk in my family’s care for an entire 24 hours. In fact, my parents carried down 24 2.5 ounce tubes packed on ice with them during their journey down and treated it like the precious cargo it was. That cooler was the entire reason they were able to babysit for an extended period of time.

We got up early and set out after Griffin’s first meal, kissing him goodbye over and over before jumping in the car. 1.5 hours later we passed through the arch that announced our arrival and began a day filled with NO WORRIES.

Trip3Well…at least no immediate worries. I still texted my mom every hour to make sure things were going well.

And you know what? Everything went really smoothly. He napped, played, and ate like the sweet boy he can be. The little guy knew that momma and daddy needed a tiny getaway to recharge.

That’s not to say we didn’t realize that time away from the baby wasn’t as easy as it sounded. The complications of breastfeeding really revealed themselves. We had to make a few trips back to the room just so that I could pump, and like normal, I still had to wake in the middle of the night to pump so that my milk supply would stay up (who knows how long I will continue doing this, but it makes me feel secure, plus that’s how I had managed to save the two dozen tubes that were currently feeding him!)

In between traveling to and fro, we spent our time mainly just walking around, riding a few rides, and indulging. For me, that meant having lots of beverages I normally couldn’t!


A sudden afternoon shower caused us to be drenched for lunch. My hair just loves rain – it curls with just the right amount of frizz 🙂

Trip5We ate and drank our way around Epcot’s World Showcase, getting a margarita in Mexico, a beer in the UK, and a flight of champagne in Italy. We had fish and chips at a pub, snacked on caramel treats in Germany, then walked to our resort at the Boardwalk to rest and freshen up for the evening.

I had planned a really special night to celebrate our time away. We ate at a new french restaurant in Epcot’s France pavilion – Monsieur Paul. Located on the second floor and overlooking the lagoon, we had an amazing window seat that allowed us prime fireworks viewing. They even dimmed the lights and piped in the music so we could really get the full experience.

Trip9Dinner itself was a masterpiece, and we savored every last bite. But that’s not to say we didn’t leave room for dessert!

Before heading back to our room we made a stop at Beaches and Cream, a 50s style soda shop that specializes in ice cream concoctions. Although we both settled for more basic selections like the hot fudge sundae for me, and a Root Beer float for Jeremy, we were both eyeing the Kitchen Sink with jealousy as it was made right in front of us. The gluttonous feast feeds 8 adults at a mimimum, using 8 scoops of ice cream, an ENTIRE CAN of whipped cream, and a myriad of other toppings.

Trip10I’m including the recipe HERE just so you can get the idea!

We crashed after that, waking up to have breakfast in bed before heading back to our baby. When we arrived he had only just begun to fully realize that something was off – he missed his parents. I had already known I would miss him.

That’s not stopping us from doing the exact same thing next month when we travel down to the beach with Jeremy’s family. The hotel is already booked and dining reservations made!


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