Tuesday, February 26, 2008

So Much Fun

Our preschool class had a field trip today. To a giant bounce house playground. Yes, it was awesome.

So awesome that when I was installing Missy Hoohaw in her car seat, I realized she had wet pants. I have no idea when this happened, and they weren't so wet that she was dripping, but there was definitely an accident. And she never said a word. Now that is fun.

It was a great place to play. Two rooms, one set up for toddlers, one for bigger kids. The big kid room had a large obstacle course type bounce house with several small slides. There was also a large slide (so fun and Big Red's absolute favorite thing ever), a large bounce house and an American Gladiator style house with platforms and joust sticks. Oh. My. God. I didn't get in there and challenge the other mommies to a go 'round, but oh, I wanted to. I would have settled for a big preschooler. But 'twas not to be.

The kids ran between rooms and the mommies either talked or ran after their offspring. I was a runner, owing to the fact that Big Red had tagged along and was on fire. That child was in monkey heaven. Climbing, sliding, jumping and tumbling, the child never stopped moving.

I topped off this fun day with a trip to WienerSchnitzel. Missy has never had a corn dog and her expression on taking her first bite was priceless. She swallowed and said, "Oh my! That is quite good! I think I'll eat it all!" Too funny. And totally worth the guilt of feeding them crap for lunch.

I'm exhausted, but I have a feeling that nap time is going to be awesome today. Both are so tired they can hardly chew. That has to bode well, right? Right?

1 comments:

Karen said...

Wow, sounds awesome! I think I would have taken you on.

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