Lagoon!...the Longest Ride a Kid Ever Knew!

Ahhhhh! Lagoon! We are kind of pathetic, but we have been talking for most of the summer about taking the kids to their first amusement park. Honestly it was tough to decipher who was more excited about the event. In the end, Mindurs and I agreed that Pops had the most fun. He spent the afternoon giggling in excitement, and he didn't even go an any rides (that weren't kiddie rides). He LOVED watching the kids! But who can blame him with moments like this...
The kids were so excited that they would give each other high fives and hugs while waiting for the next amazing ride (Abizella and her cousin Ashy pictured above).
Here are all of the little ones that were tall enough to ride (Sorry little Tad)... Ashy, Abz, Superkid and Coach.
This was one of my favorite moments. As soon as Ashy sat down next to his little Bro. Coach, he put one arm around Coach and the other arm at the wheel. It was a heart melter....you should have heard all of the passer-bys gasp.
Okay, it was pretty tough to choose a favorite ride....but these jet planes with guns were definitely in contention. The kids rode these about a dozen times...which actually turned out to be a great trial of our patience because the operator of this ride was a snail. 
Tadpole had a pretty good time too even though he missed the cut off by about an inch. He ran around with his older and sophisticated cousin Coach, ate a TON of fries, and sometimes even shared with his cuz...
Although the kids rode the airplanes a TON, the bumper cars may have edged out as the fav. There is something about being in charge of your own destiny even if you spend your whole time chasing your tail or rammed up against the wall (poor Superkid!). But after a second spin the kids were all masters. This truly was Abizella's day, her own PURPLE car!

As you know, little Puff is the scariest ride at Lagoon! Abizella was not so sure she was having fun on her first lap, but after Big Bro. reassured her it was all smiles (this one is worth clicking on to see their little faces).


And here is Aunt Mindurs pulling a "no hands" stunt on this thriller.
Here is Pops and his perma-grin now! Abz missed the first "Twain" ride because of that pesky bladder so Gwama and Pops happily took her out.
And here is Ashy and Superkid on their farewell lap of those famed rockets...

Arches

I think it is important to educate the children in the way of the Red Rock. This year we visited Arches National Park. Superkid took the experience very seriously and found it difficult not to pick up every rock in the path to "study". He pointed out all of the finer features, the red hue, the hard yet soft surface, and the general size (in relation to what type of animal could reasonably sit on it).

I happen to think it is of utmost importance to be an avid hiker. I know I need to advance my agenda delicately so as not to become the "pushy stage mom" type, so I try to play it cool. While we were out hiking and dealing with a great deal of whining from our sleep deprived daughter, I considered my task at hand. I thought back to my own hiking apprenticeship under the direction of my father and my "Cool Uncle David". You see, in my family, you were not taken if you were not up to the task, which meant you had to play it cool if you wanted to play. I remember one trip to Lake Powell when I was in elementary school. On this particular trip it was my Dad, Uncle Dave, my cousin Catherine (who was in college), and my soon-to-be cousin Lon (also in college). Uncle Dave helped excavate the Native American artifacts before Lake Powell was filled with water so he knows where all of the cool ruins are hidden. Most of the time these ruins are located at least 40 feet straight up and have to be accesed by toe holes dug into the side of the sand stone, an exciting prospect for a thrills seeker but the truth is I am TERRIFIED of heights. I remember one such climb when I was particularly praised for, "being a much better hiker and climber than Jamie (my older brother)". Now that I am a parent I know the truth. I most likely was not. But that was exactly the button Dad and Uncle Dave had to push to motivate me up the trecherous cliffs. I just realized that today. All of these years believing that I am the BEST hiker in my family, and most of the world crushed with the realization that I was a pawn in my Dad and Uncle's psychology experiment. Today my hiking companion was my daughter, who happens to enjoy the same birth order as myself. I "get" her. ANYTHING to "one up" big bro. I actually didn't resort to this tactic today, but tucked it away for a more challenging hike. Instead I did a lot of singing of, "Do As I'm Doing" with great emphasis on "FAST" not "slow" and I carried her a lot, all the time praising her for what a GREAT hiker she is and telling her how much fun we were having. I am no hero though, that badge goes to Pops who at times carried both Superkid and Tadpole, not to mention deal with all of the desert dukie. 

We did resort to the preverbial "carrot" tactic. I learned it from my Dad who told a story on almost every hike I ever went on with him, I almost believe that I was there. You see, I have this heavier uncle. This must have occured before Uncle Dave had standards for hiking companions. As the legend goes Uncle Dave hand made some tasty beef jerky to munch on during the hike. My chubby uncle was struggling and wanted to turn back but was goaded on with promises of this tasty treat. I did employ this tactic today. We may not have had Uncle Dave's homemade beef jerky, but we were packing a sommer sausage and juice boxes, which was enough incentive to make it out to 5 arches total.

Superkid also was a great hiking coach. Here he is reassuring me about the next passage. He told me, "Don't worry Mom, I'll help you because you are fat." When I managed to squeeze through without getting wedged, Superkid praised me for making it without getting stuck. To his wild astonishment, Pops didn't get stuck either. I am just wondering what superpower he was going to employ to un-wedge us?

Do you remember this tasty joint Jupaws? Their crispy burrito sticks with you like ever.

The kids REALLY loved climbing up the rocks! Superkid is a regular billy goat...and when Abizella's legs are a little bit longer she will be right behind him.
Taken by our aspiring photographer Abizella (another carrot for my little hiker).








Here are my little monsters on the way home from our little trip. This is about when we saw the billboard that invited us to, "Introduce our little monsters to theirs", a dinosaur exhibit at the College of Eastern Utah. Which we did. And I must say it was a GREAT, and very timely exhibit.

Wedding Day

Here are some of my favorite moments of Brian and Melissa's wedding...

Abizella rushing up to Uncle Brian at the Temple to congratulate him!

Welcoming the newest Davis sister!

Pops and I taking this cute pic at the Temple

Watching the little boy cousins play together

Confusing 'Lil Miss and Charlene for sisters (which would actually make 'Lil Miss my "SISTER Missy", instead of my "NIECE Missy"... which is just CRAZY! Who ever heard of having your sister have the same name as you (wink)?!)

Spending the day with my Seattle family and their EXTRA adorable little guy

Being in good company with other champion kid wrestlers

***This is where I am going to put a pic of Steve and Melissa next time I hook up my camera***

Wrangling the best dressed and most feisty preschoolers for this pic

Having the fanciest tea party EVER with my little Peachy Pie

Assembling the best looking gene pool ever for this pic

Hanging out with these cool dudes

Being the mother of this hunky kid

Watching Superkid ask Abizella to dance and Abizella not-so-politely refusing

Showing off this handsome group

And of course...finally eating some wedding cake (or brownie....shhhh, don't tell) we've been looking forward to that for MONTHS!

Congratulations Brian and Melissa!

We're Here!

Little Tadpole and I arrived Tuesday morning a little before 10:00 a.m. ...just minutes after Cousin D and Aunt Cincha arrived from Seattle! Glama picked us all up form the airport and it has been party central ever since!