When do we start having fun?

It's Friday morning, and I have to admit that I'm not sure about this whole holiday business yet. We spent all of Wednesday getting here, and all of yesterday shopping. I thought this holiday was supposed to be about the kids having fun.

OK well maybe I'm exaggerating a bit. We have done some fun stuff. We found a playground near our villa which is cool. We had really nice pancakes for breakfast in Denny's, and there was a man in there making balloon animals. I got a dragonfly which was huge. The other boys got smaller animals which weren't as exciting. Then we went to the shop called M&Ms world and bought loads of M&Ms and some toys. Then in the evening when the twins went to sleep, daddy took Max and me to the pool and I spent ages diving and snorkeling.

I suppose when you think about it like that, we actually had a pretty fun day yesterday. But that's not my point. We haven't been to a theme park yet, and that's not fair. Well we've been awake since 5 o'clock this morning - daddy said something about so much for being over the jetlag - and now we're just waiting for Disney World to open so we can finally go and have some serious fun.

The journey over here on Wednesday was pretty boring. We spent a very long time standing in queues at airports, and a very long time on aeroplanes. Fortunately for mummy and daddy my brothers and I were all angels all day long. They don't know how lucky they are. I watched Gulliver's Travels three times and bits of Monsters Inc over and over again too. I also read my book, and had a little sleep, and looked at the clouds out the window, but it was a very very very very long day.

Daddy seems to have made a sport out of complaining about things. First we had to take the hire car back to the airport 5 minutes after we picked it up on Wednesday night, because it kept juddering. He complained to the hotel because he found a bit of broken glass in the kitchen. And he complained to the restaurant last night because it took them so long to make his pizza. But he seems to quite enjoy it because he keeps getting money off things, and we even got a gift basket delivered to our room from the hotel manager, which I thought was really cool because it was full of sweets.

Anyway, I've got to go now. I've got an important meeting with Mr M Mouse.

Donuts

Donuts donuts donuts! That's one of the things I love about America most - you get to have donuts for breakfast. Mine was really yummy and had me running around like a mad thing within minutes (though that could have also had something to do with the blue marshmallows I found in my Lucky Charms cereal....).

Mum and dad weren't really happy with our apartment. It was a long way away from the swimming pool, and it did smell a bit funny (and no, I'm pretty sure that wasn't just Max). So mum used her persuasive powers to get them to move us and after breakfast we had to go and pack our suitcases again. Boring - and what a waste of valuable snorkelling time.

After that, mum said we were going to the most exciting place in Florida, so I was a bit surprised when we got out the car and we were at the shopping mall. Anyway it was worth it because we got really cools toys for being so good on the plane yesterday and she finally seems to be getting what we are here for as we also got some fishes for playing with in the swimming pool. At lunch time I insisted on having strawberry juice to drink, but mum said I'm never allowed to have it again after she read what it had in it. Perhaps she was scared after my reaction to those blue marshmallows, as it was very bright red.

When we got back, we moved into our new apartment and then went to the pool. Daddy very much enjoyed sorting out my goggles and snorkle every few minutes, and mummy clearly loved catching me every time I jumped in. Max was really nervous at first and only wanted to go in the baby pool, but after a few minutes he was swimming by himself, and by the end of the afternoon we both swam all the way across the pool without any help. Mummy and daddy were very impressed. We got back to the apartment just as the thunderstorm started.

This evening, even though we'd all been awake for nearly 16 hours, I said I wanted to go out for pizza. Max passed out within 30 seconds of getting in the car, and stayed asleep throughout dinner. I ate my pizza and then fell asleep in my pushchair too. Mum and dad kept themselves going with some colourful drinks themselves. It's not fair, it seems like there's one rule for grownups, and another for us little boys.

Disney in the morning. At last!