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Some afternoons we went to Aunt LuAnn and Uncle Charlie’s house to swim in the pool! I am such a pro at the pool now. I love to jump in and dunk my head underwater. Daddy is always there to pull me up again. Mom says that I am a daredevil, and that I make her nervous.
We all went on the carousel, which was fun, but not my favorite, and then Daddy and I were allowed to go on the yellow submarine ride. I had my eye on that one for a long time, but I wasn’t big enough to ride it by myself. Daddy came with me, and I loved it!! We went up SO high, and I could look out the window and wave to Mommy far below us. It was my second favorite ride, and it didn’t hurt that it was my favorite color “yellow!” For our last ride Daddy and I went on the flying elephant. We flew up and down and all around. I had an awesome night on all of the rides, and for the rest of the week all I wanted to do was ride the toot-toots anytime we got near the amusement park!
From Mommy:
Preston really loved the beach and all of the activities we did. He is starting to associate a lot of things together now: keys and going “bye-bye,” helmets and bike rides, shoes and going outside.
I had a “mommy moment” when we were at the amusement park. We determined that Preston was tall enough to ride the little rides by himself, but I was really nervous to strap him in an leave him. What if he had a tantrum in the middle of the ride? What if he didn’t like it? The strap wasn’t that tight; he could easily fall out? Just because he is tall enough doesn’t mean that he’s ready to go on rides by himself! He’s still a baby! But I decided that we could see how it goes. We started with the ride that looked the least unsafe (let’s face it, NON of the rides are particularly safe, they are 50 years old, the straps don’t do anything, and kids could easily fall out, but whatever). The jeep had the highest sides and the tightest strap. John stuck him in, and walked away. We positioned ourselves around the fence so that he had someone he would recognize no matter where he was, and then the ride started. HE LOVED IT! And he did great. He was beaming, laughing, steering, and “toot-tooting” the whole time. My mommy fears were gone… and so was my baby. He is definitely more “big boy” than he is “baby” anymore. He still has his moments, but he clearly knows what big kids are supposed to do. I think that on every ride he was the kid having the most fun. The other kids would sit and occasionally steer a little bit, but I really think that Preston actually believed he was driving. He was even steering in the right direction!