I know that I have not stayed up on this like I should. We have been busy though. This last weekend, Jason and I got ambitious, not only did we decide to take all the kids to the circus we also took them to Chucky Cheese. All in ONE DAY!!!!
Are we gluttons for punishment or what. We did have a blast and the kids were so much fun, they are so funny to watch. They ran around Chucky Cheese like it was Disney World. The best was Bo, we have been around a handful of kids at one time, but I think that was the most little people that he had ever seen in his life. He was so fun to just watch.
So we started out our day at Bass Pro, which Daddy tried to lie to us all and say that the best thing about going to the city was leaving, don't let him fool you, he gets the exact some expression on his face at Bass Pro as the kids get at Chucky Cheese. Except at Bass Pro it costs us much more and they don't even have crappy pizza.
Next we went to hell on earth aka Chucky Cheese. Sorry I have an issue with letting my kids just run. I know that they have great security in that place, we are just so sheltered out here. I still can't let my kids just run. We got our crappy pizza and listened to our kids cry the entire time that we made them eat because they wanted to go play. Being the mean parents that we are though we made them sit and eat first. So after the the torture chamber that the rest of us call a booth we let both the kids go up the jungle gym thingy....which was right next to our table. Of course Miss Little No Fear gets half way up the little climby thing and decides that she can neither go any further up or come down. So guess who gets to go up to get her?? Super Mom to the rescue.
Which comes to why I have started working out again. I got high centered in that stupid thing. I got to a point that I could almost no longer go up or down, not due to fear, due to the fact that my big rear end got wedged just right. I kinda felt like trying to move a huge couch around a corner. I almost thought that we were going to have to call the movers. So I finally just told myself that I was not going to do this to myself anymore and that I was going to lose part of this big back side and try to become more nimble. That way the next time that we take our spawn to Hell, I would not become the source of amusement to the rest of the parents that just like us decide to subject themselves to such hideous torture.
So finally about $100, and an hour and half into hell we decide that it is time to get the heck out of Dodge. Of course we bought like 100 tokens so it became Mom and Dad's job to get rid of them. There is one particular machine in Chucky Cheese that I have timed down to a tea. So I start dumping tokens in this thing and winning quite a few tickets. Kenzi thought htat she won the lottery. She was quite funny, so i am cleaning this machine out won like 1000 tickets, and some random little boy comes along and tries to steal them.The mother bear in me came out, and I looked at this little urchin and asked him, " Just what do YOU think that you are doing?" He then informs me that he needs tickets. So I tell him, "Go find your Mommy and have her get you some. These are MY kids tickets." Really, why in the world do I actually care? Because after I had paid for the tokens, spent time to win the tickets, got them counted up, drug my children to the counter we ended up with one ridiculously stupid spider and 2 toys that probably would have cost us less than a dollar at the dollar tree.
NO, we are not the brightest crayons in the box.
Most normal parents would have ended their torture right then and there. But, I ask you do we look normal? The answer is NO, absolutely not. We look like the kind of people that keep beating our heads against a brick wall, and we stop we say, "Wow, it feels so much better to NOT do that." Well, we are the idiots that started pounding in the first place.
Then it was off to the circus....which is where the second stage of the nightmare began. We were slightly over zealous and showed up an hour and a half earlier in order to get good seats as we were not going to upgrade the tickets that we had for general admission. So up to the gate we went. Of course it was quite chilly on Saturday and we didn't realize that they don't open the gates until an hour before the show. So we stood outside with three cranky children waiting to get in those stupid glass doors to watch the best nickel and diming show on earth. YAY!!!
So we finally get in the doors and the kids want this and they want that....of course it is all for a good cause which is awesome, so of course we bought. Three stupidly annoying singing light toys that cost all of 3 dollars in Oriental Trading, cost us 30 dollars. Man, I know that walking around the city that day people could see the huge neon sign on our forehead reading, We ARE Idiots, But Hey We Love Our Kids!!
We only stayed til intermission, the kids were done. Bo fell asleep, Kenzi got bored. And boy is life rough when Kenzi gets bored. We had to switch her seats a few times. She started out next to Kelsi and after the third biting/hitting/kicking incident she had to go sit on dad's lap. From there she proceeded to start trying to bite/hit/kick dad and the poor man sitting in front of her. So as soon as they called for intermission out the door we ran.
Then we came home end of story...It was stressful, but man did we have fun. Every time one of those kids saw something that they liked and their little faces lit up, I knew I could see a piece of heaven.
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