Filled with excitement about riding to the top....and still crippled with the inability to look at the camera when Mommy's taking a picture.
The kids looked out the window. Mommy looked at the kids. Looking out the window as we rode up made Mommy want to puke on herself for some reason.
Thank God for crayons!! This wasn't the fastest service in town, folks.....
You'll notice two things about this picture. The tiny one sat everywhere except her own seat. We really needed a high chair, but the sat us in one of those booths that are up off the ground, which would have put tiny lady's face level with the table, so she sat in the booth. Lots of wiggling in the seat, standing up, jumping, crawling under the table, and on Daddy's lap ensued. Fun times.
(And yes, that's Mommy's drink in the foreground, purchased only to counteract the sweaty palms I was feeling about dining a billion feet off the ground)
After paying 150 bucks for lunch, what's left to do besides roll all over the lobby couches in a super classy manner? Nothing? You're right!!
General silliness always occurs when I want one, JUST ONE, good picture of my three babies at any event.
They loved the fountains in Hemisfair Park, and Livi wanted to know "Who takes a bath here?" I told her "Probably homeless people", which started her off on a totally different tangent....
After lunch, we headed to Malibu to drive the race cars. This was Daddy's idea. I wanted to take them to the children's museum, but he really, REALLY wanted to take them to drive the cars.
The tiny one didn't like that she was too little to ride in the cars. We didn't know this going in to this little adventure, so we felt really bad...she made this face the whole time, and hollered through the gate as their car went by, "I'm BIG! I'm not too little!!" It was so sad!
Daddy had to take them driving, since Mommy was wearing flip flops and they were strictly prohibited. I'm guessing 98 percent of the people who show up to drive these cars are wearing flip flops, so that rule has got to put a dent in their ticket sales. There was a giant sign there that said the minimum age to drive was 18....which made me wonder how many people OLDER than 18 actually want to come drive tiny cars around a track. I'm guessing not many, and they're all 19.
This was fun, but will definitely be more fun when they're a bit bigger...Hayden had no problem jumping in the car with her Daddy, but I noticed her gripping the side of the car with both hands every time they drove past me. I think it made her a little bit nervous. I asked her if her Daddy was a good driver, and she said, "He was okay."
Fun times with my tiny people!
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