Carowinds

So we make it inside the park (contraband metal arm plate and all) and we turn to the girls. "What shall we do first?" we ask, barely able to contain our excitement (we love roller coasters). We point to a racing coaster that sends one spinning upside down. We're so excited we're almost dancing in place. "Shall we start with that?"

Looks of horror covered the faces of both girls. We sent each other a look. Okay, too much. Start off slower.

"How about bumper cars?" we ask, and I stifle a yawn. Bumper cars bore me.

The girls shrugged and wouldn't meet our eyes. "Yes, no?" I asked.

They hemmed and hawed and finally the friend spoke up that she was scared of bumper cars.

Scared of bumper cars? I threw Blair a desperate look. If they were scared of bumper cars what the hell were we supposed to do with them for the next six hours?

We took a deep breath and headed for the games. They each won a stuffed dog which buoyed their spirits enough that they agreed to try bumper cars. Thank God they loved them. The day picked up from there.

We got them to go on a few more rides throughout the day, including a mini roller-coaster. Both girls were scared but said they wanted to try it and I was VERY proud of them. But for the most part we rode the same 4 rides over and over again.

"If we ever have kids," I told Blair in an aside, "we're sticking them on a roller coaster the minute they hit the height requirement."

"What if they don't want to?" he challenged.

I shrugged. "I'm bigger. A little turbulence will do them good."

The highlight of the day was the water ride. Let me emphasize WATER ride. We came out of it looking like we'd just walked through a carwash. We had to wring our shirts out and my hair was as wet as if I'd just come from the shower. Blair was a very good sport and rode the ride twice with the girls. Because of course once we had all finally dried off they wanted to go again. That's a good man.

We almost had to take out a small loan for the price of park food, but it was worth it to see the excitement on the girls faces when they would spot a food stand and cry out, "Oh! Can we have Dippin' Dots?" and we'd say yes. It's fun being the fun aunt and uncle.

On the way out we caved in and bought the photo they'd taken of us when we first came in the park, even though it was out of focus and not a good picture of anyone. Memories, you know.

We hugged the girls goodbye and they crawled into the backseat, laughing and giggling about their day.

All in all, a day trip to Carowinds was a very good idea.

A 10th Birthday Present

This month our niece turned 10. Ten is a big birthday than for no other reason that it marks the occasion when you will never be a single digit ever again.

To mark the big day required something more than a gift certificate to Barnes & Nobles so I came up with the idea that Blair and I should take my niece and a friend of her choosing to Carowinds, a big amusement park 2 1/2 hours south of us in Charlotte.

At the time, it sounded brilliant. Special day, special niece, special times. As with all good ideas though, sometimes they seem less brilliant the closer you get to implementation. This idea required us to drive to my brother-in-laws Friday evening (a 3 hour ride) and then drive everyone almost 4 hours to the park on Saturday and home again. I wondered if I would be cursing myself and my big ideas before the day was over.

Thankfully not. Although we started out on shaky ground, we had a good time and--most important--created a day to remember for our niece.

Getting Out of the House
As I said, Blair and I drove in on Friday so we were all in one place on Saturday. My brother and sister-in-law decided to join us, which turned out great because they drove the kids the 4 hours home while we took our car the 2 1/2 hours back to our house.

But we were worried about our stated departure time of 8am. My brother and sister in law --God love them-- are the same people who one year showed up three hours late for Thanksgiving dinner. They never EVER are on time for anything. EVER. I had visions of us leaving the house at noon.

But I was pleasantly put in my place. We left the house a mere 30 minutes behind schedule and I'll even say the reason for the delay was pretty much out of their control. So an A for effort on getting on the road.

The Drive
I will no longer mock parents who load up cars with toys and games for a 15 minute drive as if they were preparing to cross the Andes. The girls were angels on the trip, no doubt due to their being stocked in gameboy games, coloring books, books, DVD movies, and other asundries. Long live the video game.

Arriving At The Park
Here's something to make you feel safe. Even though we had pre-purchased our tickets, we had to stand in a long security line to enter the park. We obediently pulled out all our keys, jewelry, etc. and dumped it in a little plastic dish as we walked through a metal detector.

As we're waiting in line, we noted my brother-in-law would most likely be pulled aside for the metal plate he has in his arm where he broke it 6 years ago. But no, nothing. We all passed through.

"It didn't set the detector off?" asked my sister-in-law, surprised.

"No, it did," said Blair. "I saw the red light go on over the door when Brian walked through. The woman screening just wasn't paying any attention."

I feel safer already.

More tomorrow...

Spike, The Great Chipmunk Hunter

Our neighbors own Spike, one of the prettiest cats I've ever seen. Spike is the neighborhood cat, always up in everyone else's business, hanging out on our various porches throughout the day, and trying to sneak into all of our homes when our arms are full of groceries and we open the front door.

When Mom was visiting, we came home to find Spike on our side porch, facing away from us. "Spike!" I called. I turned to Mom. "Spike thinks he's this great hunter but he never catches anything."

The words "...never catches anything" were still hanging in the air when Spike turned to face us with a mouth full of live chipmunk.

Mom screamed (she can't stand to see an animal hurt) and then yelled, "It's still alive, get him, get him!" Blair and I took off after Spike who, ignoring our calls, beat a hasty retreat across the street and disappeared into the bushes.

I looked at Mom and Blair. "Fine, so he catches things. I was wrong." Mom was quiet as she walked in the house.

Later that day I looked out our back kitchen window and saw the little chipmunks mate, sitting by the hole where they live in our yard, looking for its little friend. I felt so sorry for him.

And I wanted to warn him to go back inside his little hole and be safe.

Because somewhere out in our yard lurks Spike, the newly crowned Great Chipmunk Hunter.