April 29, 2008

Great Fun at Great Wolf


We just finished a fun-filled, whirlwind 24 hours at Great Wolf Lodge in Williamsburg. After so many days in the hospital and winter dragging on a little too long here our family was in need of a quick boost. Bridger got to have a special "date with Grandma" and stayed at home getting some nonstop grandma lovings while the rest of us did our quick trip.

The kids had a blast!!! They loved sleeping in a little log cabin just their size.


The look on Sadie's face after going down her first solo mega-slide was priceless! I was especially glad that she didn't gag and vomit in the water after swallowing so much of it during her trip down. It was an uncertain outcome for the first few moments post-slide.

Lance and Eva were brave little ones to try the body surfing wave.

Little Eva was a pro! If this was a video instead of a snapshot you would see her in about 3 more seconds shooting 5 feet in the air like a little canon ball from the force of the water and landing like the little featherweight she is back on top of the platform -- a little stunned not knowing what just happened.

I was brave enough to try this as well. Luckily, all cameras were off. I jumped down on my board thinking I would show the kids how this was done. No sooner was I on my board then I felt the propulsion of the water shooting down my bathing suit front. . . on my shoulders. . . and on the straps. All in a second's time my shoulder straps shot down and I felt water where I shouldn't be feeling it. I tried to remove one hand from the board and cover my exposed self but this was a fatal move that turned me into flying flubber and blew me right up like a beached whale on the platform. I was too afraid to move my body as I wasn't sure what was still exposed underneath my arms that I had hugging over the front of me and I was laughing too hard to care about the line of 10 wanna-be-surfer men standing watching my pathetic ride. Lance didn't care to ride it after that. Sadly enough, even the tender young age of 6 is old enough to be embarrassed by your mother.

The kids loved the waterslide raft we all got to ride on together, the wave pool, a fun arcade and a strategically placed candy shop right outside of the waterpark completed our fun. We were all excited to get home to our little Bridger bear that we missed so much and the kids are already talking about going back.

"Mom", said Lance, "this is more fun than Disney!" -- sorry Walt, you have been out ranked.

April 24, 2008

Play Ball!

Friends have been getting on me to do a blog . . . so here is my debut! I think that they secretly wanted an insider's look into our one ring circus here and tickets for the good seats are currently sold out. So since I just have a whole bunch of free time that I just don't know what to do with, here I go. . .


Note: swing is complete and the ball is no longer on top of the tee

After sitting and picking clovers in the middle of the soccer field while others ran around him (and I completely understand -- why should you run after a soccer ball that 10 others are running around trying to get, our 6 year old understands basic statistics), I think that we found our sport! Lance loves t-ball. He likes the ratio of 80% socializing, 15% playing, 5% snacking. He did manage to find the only girl on the team and try out his jokes trying to whoo her. Who can resist a man in uniform -- right?




Then he managed to find another pink helmeted beauty while playing first. I overheard him telling her about his superpowers (every woman falls for that line;). Although I did find it to be a very strategic coaching move. Lance played first and every runner that got to the base Lance would immediately engage in thrilling stories of his superpowers and his hilarious jokes. The runners would not even notice that another batter had already hit the ball and was off to first. The first base coach was yelling at the guy at first to go to second but the socializing secret weapon provided a good stalling technique that guaranteed an out by the time they finally got themselves a few steps off of the bag.

I guess there's more to hit on than just balls in this sport (that is an Alan pun for those that can appreciate it).