This weekend we had grand Labor Day plans. They all went pear shaped on us. So we flexed our creative stay-cation muscles and improvised... forcing the Daddy-o, who had looming work deadlines, out for one day of mandatory family fun time.
The firm hand and "force the issue" mentality lasted all of two minutes, and then the amusement park endorphins kicked in... brought on by these giddy faces of anticipation and the group choke hold.
That coupled with the fact that Kaelster was tall enough and more than brave enough to ride the big rides with the big man. Colossus? No prob - they rode it twice together. Wicked? Why not?
Yowza.
Lagoon is not my dream day; but it is the stuff that kidlet dreams are made of... and they remember going and they love the haunted house and the roller coasters and every other spinning, twisting and fast ride they're able to ride.
OK, I take that back, they all love every ride with the exception of this ride for little Ace Face.
Acers is not a fan of "the sensation of being dropped". Like NOT AT ALL. You know the "One-Two-Three- Toss the Kiddo High in the Sky" game that Dad's are famous for? Ace clings to RyGar's neck and torso like a starfish clinging to a rock at low tide. So this "Don't Crack the Dino Egg" ride powered by hydraulic lifts that "drop" you like you're hot on a whim.... well, the dude was in tears. Screaming from the top of the ride, "I HATE THIS!" and "GET ME DOWN!"
We were all busting a gut at his theatrical exhibition... And we're sorry for that. Kind of. But dude, you were a riot.
All was forgotten at the carousel when little man rode the Tiger. Predictable. Dax broke all the rules and jumped off his giraffe mid-ride to try out the merry-go-round AND a black horse. How he got away with it I'll never know, but that little weasel is FAST!
The log ride is still my fave. I don't care who you are... that's an A+ ride if ever a grading system existed for such things. Plus, you end up in Pioneer Village where the ice cream shop resides along with the lemonade stand. Take it from me - that's where you want to end up.
The day was gorgeous. Partly cloudy skies with perfect temps of high seventies... we didn't take a stroller and the little dudes hiked around like champs without a single complaint.
Of course, there isn't much to complain about when you're granted a Driver's License for the day.
I do believe their faces say it all.
Oh Lagoon... We are like putty in your hands.
You can bet yer buckets we'll be back. It is, after all, "What Fun Is"!
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