A good day revisited

Well, you're visiting it for the first time. However, I'm revisiting it, since I just did my monthly trip through my photos to sort out the good ones for printing, and I found a ton of fun ones I wanted to share with you from a sweet day we had in June. A few weeks ago, I got this mega-coupon for a waterpark...$5 for adults and $3 for super-short shorties. I corralled Auntie Hode into going, and we packed up some contraband sandwiches and off we went with my two creatures. Let's review...

Phook got serious right away. The "slow to warm up" tendencies in her are fading. Sometimes they still surface in really new situations or with people who freak her out (read: heavily bearded men). But in more and more settings that are just fun kid things, she is becoming inclined to dive right in. Here she goes, just randomly jumping with excitement:

And some sweet dicing out on the slide:

Pig was a little bit undernapped and consequently a little salty on this day, but he got his pool groove on too:

Now my sister is probably going to rip my eyes out and piss in my dead skull for posting a full body shot of her in swimwear on the interwebs, but I had to post this because she and Pig are rocking the exact same squinty farmer expression (inherited from our father and presumably a lot of squinty farmers before him). Plus, she looks hott.

After dicking around in the kiddie pool for awhile, we took the opportunity to eat our illegal sandwiches. During this time, I captured a shot of Phook which completely portrays her personality...peeking out of the corner of her eye and looking like she is up to absolutely zero good:

There's also proof I was there, which rarely happens:

Then we hit the wild and exciting thrill rides. I put my kid by one of those little measuring stick things and realized that she exceeds the 36 inch minimum (by a few inches, sheesh...) for the littlest of solo rides. Which meant I could put my frickin' kid on a contraption operated by a carnie and just hope for the best. As lame as it probably sounds, this felt like a milestone. My baby is big enough to get strapped into a carnie contraption and just go sailing around without me? Why is there no spot in the baby book to record that? After I made a mild scene about asking if we could stop the ride if she lost her shit, she of course climbed on that ride and loved it. When she got off, I was freaking out about what a big girl she was for riding "all by herself." She corrected me quickly, saying, "No, no, no, I go with pink bahnkie." Of course.

We then hit the train, which she loved. She rocked her squinty skeptic face:

And I just have to take this opportunity to add that we went to this waterpark last year too. Reviewing that post, I had to notice that I had a shot of her on the exact same train making the exact same face. It's strange how you don't immediately notice the physical changes once your kid is past babyhood, but a year still makes so much difference. Here she is, being a squinty skeptic a year ago in a picture I loved:

After some rides, we hit the water stuff again, except the Pig was pretty well cashed out, as evidenced by his jacked up hair and zombied demeanor:

Phook had some energy left to burn, so she went to town:

And then she spent half an hour repeatedly pressing herself up and out of the pool, ignoring all other stimuli. You know, standard 2-year-old workout behavior:

Finally, it was established that everyone was cashed, so we hit the road. Everyone passed out about 4 minutes after exiting the park. Pay no attention to my child's blue face, which may or may not be evidence of a exit gate rendezvous with a ring pop:

And the poor overtired Pig out like a light:

And on that note, my work here is done.