Our three year old daughter had the following duties: be cooperative and patient (could use some work there), not get lost or kidnapped (she is now the world champion of Holding Hands At All Times) and have a general sense of awe and wonderment at everything we saw. Boy, did she ever. She is also growing up to become a roller coaster junkie like her father. I think her favorite part of the trip was watching the "big people" roller coasters. We sat and did that a lot. She loved the Panic Plunge. You know, the kind where it goes very slowly straight up really high and then, as soon as it hits the top, it just plummets to the ground. Everytime it fell, she started clapping and jumping up and down and yelling, "It crashed! It crashed!" And then she would turn to me all breathless and say, "Let's watch it again."
On this particular vacation, my husband was in charge of the following: driving (he has a freaky sense of direction in strange and unknown places), carrying heavy things, riding rides with our daughter, and paying for stuff. I would give him an A+ in all categories except he did dump all our belongings off the luggage cart at the hotel. Of course, I packed the cart so, technically, that one was my fault.
Our 6 month old's responsibilities were to be good and patient and not cry a lot even though he spent the better part of three days in his car seat or stroller. Considering he is cutting teeth and got two shots at the doctor the morning we left, he excelled in all categories. A shout out to baby Tylenol for making that possible.
I was charged with the basic mother's responsibility to fight off the evil vacation trifecta of dehydration, sunburn and vomit. I probably spent 90% of my time forcing liquids on people, slathering on sunscreen and cupping my hands under chins if anybody so much as looked at me funny. Think about it:
hot sun
+ junk food
+ lack of sleep
+ amusement park rides
__________________________
one stressed-out mom
A very happy family though, so I guess it was worth it.
I mean, I'd do it again. If I had to.
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I need to know: Did one of you go on the rollercoaster alone while the other was with the kiddies?
It seems a little lonely to ride a coaster alone.
Brian rode all the roller coasters alone. He is cool that way. I, for one, loathe (sp?) roller coasters. Fear of heights and sufferer of migraines. There were a few low or medium velocity (as they call it) rides I would have enjoyed, so I wished we had other adults with us to trade off. Or we could have asked a few hootchie teenage girls to babysit for a few minutes. There were plenty of them around.
I'm not ashamed to say I rode alone. Of course, I embraced my "loser-hood" many years ago. Props to my wife for pulling of her first suprise of all time.
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