Saturday, we let ourselves in to Shadow Ridge- the Marriott Vacation Club property I used to work for, for a day of fun in the sun. They have a perfect little kiddy pool and a ... dun dun dun.... slide. It looks like it was nothing but fun right. But you haven't seen her face change from smile to VILE in about .5 seconds.
Every time she hit the water and knew the slide was over, she was furious; screaming and pointing back to the slide for as long as it took Ross to get her out of the pool, climb back up the stairs, wait in line behind other orderly, rule-following children as she tried to jump out of his arms and run to the front of the line to propel herself head first if she had to- down the slide again. I have no doubt she would have done it if she could. What started out as some good old family fun took a very quick spiral downward and Ross ended up outside the gates with a screaming child in a fit in the grass while I filled my arms as fast as possible with our pool toys, snacks, towels, water, diapers, lotions, hats, back-up clothes, back-up back-up clothes, and much more I'm sure. (Please recall the bottle of water and book that I packed for our "romantic" kid-free day at the beach. Sigh.)
So it really was funny in retrospect. That is after Ross changed the flat tire that we found upon arriving to the car with our screaming Tasmanian devil. (Yes that's the truth.) It was like some evil addiction. The 8 second ride was so much fun it made her angry during every other second that couldn't be spent in the sliding motion. Some joy just isn't worth it. Maybe when she's a little older.
Oh yeah- and I'm searching for a new template and since blogger has like 9 for all of us to share, I just keep changing my mind.... I'll probably end up back where I started eventually. Opinions welcome.