Just got back from a spur of the moment trip to an amusment park 4 hours south of us. Well, it’s really only 3 hours south, but throw in the time it took to clean up the baby after an episode of carsickness due to too many donuts comsumed in a short period of time in a moving vehicle. Well.. yea.
We had a GREAT time at the park! the baby, who really isn’t a baby anymore, was big enough to ride several rides, and the whole family had a blast. By whole family, I mean my five, plus my parents, and my youngest sister and her boyfriend, all of whom were waiting for us by the time we got to the “Big Park”. It was great seeing my kids enjoy themselves, and a great workout for mom pushing the carraige and lugging kids around the HUGE amusement park as we travelled from ride to ride and took a gazillion photos. By far though, the best moment came on the Baby Ferris Wheel.
My older two wound up in the “egg” above me, because it was only 3 to a car, and the baby could only ride if momma went too. Now you and I know how a ferris wheel works. you get in, you go a round a few times, then you get stuck at the top while they unload people who got on before you. Well, someone negelected to inform my five year old. He lost it! There he was, stuck at the top, above mom, and way way high in the air. So what does this wonderful, intelligent child do? He unbuckled his belt, stood up, and leaned over the side. Yea. My thought exactly. Of course, I was blissfully unaware, that is, untill the screaming started from the crowd below, which mostly consisted of my mom, dad, sister, her boyfriend, and my husband. They all started yelling for him to sit down. Well, Apparently he wasn’t listening, so from my egg, I hollered, “Knock it off, sit down, and buckle your belt!” while I was mentally calculating how fast I could get my own belt off, and planning escape routes if I needed to catch him, and trying to detirmine the best way to do so without putting my baby and the poor girl who was stuck in the egg with us in any danger. Yea. Right. Apparently my demand sunk in, and he sat down. For about 5 seconds. When the egg above me began shaking again I uttered the best line of the day.
“Don’t MAKE ME come UP there!”
It was priceless. The crowd below erupted in laughter, even the girl in the seat with me and the baby laughed. and the egg above me stopped shaking long enough for the ride operator to get us back down and unload us. Yea. Needless to say, wel will NOT be going on that one again!
The rest of the day passed uneventfully. Well, that as uneventful as possible with a high spirited 5 year old boy, a diva-licious 3 year old girl who missed her nap, and a very quiet 18 month old boy, who spent the whole day with his tongue hanging out of his mouth, just absorbing the whole experience.
After dinner, and an unpleasant night in the hotel (see here) I’m just happy to be home again, despite the yelling, screaming, and diva-liciousness that is my daily life.
*I have some great photos… but PSP is not co-operating, and I’m way too tired to fight with it. so the photos will have to wait. *S*