
You see, over the years, I've devolved from being "the good daughter" to being the "unappreciative and unhelpful" daughter. Nevermind that I had two small children who seem to need an inordinate amount of attention and about whom I was admittedly a spaz after spending almost 6 months in the NICU. That's my excuse for my reputation anyway. And I'm sticking to it.
In my entire childhood, I also remember going to amusement parks maybe two or three times with my parents. Ever.
Anyway, my mother has become a very busy person in her golden years and since the kids had a week of camp (Mam at YMCA Art Safari camp and Smunch at Lego Engineering camp) and swim lessons to attend, we found that there was just one day when we could all go to the park. Fortunately, that part worked out well. We arrived on the Friday before school started, just as the park opened, which wasn't until 11am.
Mam immediately wanted to go on The Banana Split ride. Smunch wasn't so sure. It's one of those rides that's usually decked out like a pirate ship where it swings like a big pendulum. At first, Mam and Gram were going to go alone. Then Smunch changed his mind and we all went. Mam and Gram did well. Smunch and I were kinda horrified. I remembered something. I'm not at all thrilled by thrill rides. And apparently my son isn't either.
He and Mam both liked this one though. It's like a Teacups ride, with the teacups dressed up as garlic blossoms.








By the time we were done in the gift shop, it was already 4 o'clock. I'm not sure where all the time went, honestly. We took the kids to the water park portion of the park and stayed there until they turned the water off and closed the park at 5.
Such a nice day. It wasn't even sweltering as that particular park often is. And who knows? Maybe my reputation..at least the part fueled by my reluctance to "share" my kids with my mother when they were fragile babies...is on the mend...
2 comments:
My goodness! How tall is Mam? Kiersta isn't tall enough by a long shot to go on the Banana Split or the Mushroom Swings. She's just barely tall enough to go on the roller coasters.
Our Mam is just 48"...with her shoes on : )
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