Lucky

It is a tremendous miracle that at this point in my pregnancy I am a) still pregnant and b) still allowed to ambulate. Despite my bitching, moaning, and emotional hijinx, I acknowledge this absolutely. One of the things I had been hoping to do all summer was make a trek to a waterpark with some of my mom pals. We had been discussing such an outing since there were still 20,000 feet of snow on the ground (so early May, maybe?), and I was desperately hoping to take Phook before I hatched Circus. At various points it has seemed unlikely that this would pan out. But today, it panned. Phook enjoyed herself heartily, and there were enough other kids yelling that I could barely hear her saying "no" all day.

Phook likes slides, and waterslides are of course no exception. She kind of goes balls to the wall, and shrieks a lot before screaming "Go!" and sliding. Here we have a sweet splash landing right off a frog tongue:

In addition to water rides, our sweet coupon ($3 for her, $5 for me...sweet tits) entitled us to a few land rides, including a full-size ferris wheel. While Big K is a bitch that is wildly afraid of heights, neither Phook nor I harbor such fears. So despite my better judgment, I hereby expose you to my undereye bags, acne, pregnant head, perma-tanktop-girl tan lines, and the like. Just thank your preferred deity that it doesn't include my midsection. This shot also includes the gnawtastic evidence that my child is cutting all four eye teeth right now for karmic reasons I don't even want to think about, but which I am (probably ridiculously) hoping are the temporary reason for her contrary nature the past few days:

And here we have a picture of Phook that for some reason I really enjoy. We're riding a little train that giant preggo women shouldn't be allowed on. I nearly required nonstick cooking spray to get out of this thing. But whatever, I took the picture.

And here we have Shorty McCute stomping on a drain. Because that's how Phook rolls.

After a little lunch, a good time in the wave pool, and a few more slides, Phook started staring off into the middle distance with her teeth chattering, and I knew it was time to get the hell out of there before sleepy kid turned into post-sleepy-demon-kid. Sitting at a stoplight approximately 45 seconds after leaving the parking lot, I took this picture:

My work here is done.