Fiesta!

Oh, so you’d like to know what I did with my weekend? Well, I think I put all sanity aside and took the boys to hang out at Aunt MaeMae’s (my Aunt Mary) house and spend some time at Fiesta Texas. On the way down their Friday afternoon Uncle Tommy calls and somehow he and Morgan crash the Seitz hotel too! They went with us to Fiesta Saturday and we went to the water park there. I got life jackets for the boys and we hit their lazy river first, one time around was enough of getting bashed by other tubes and trying to hold onto Casey John and keep track of wild man Zach. We walked from pool to pool and even rode one “family friendly” ride (haha – mistake, Casey John panicked a little) and last stop was the wave pool. It rained and skinny boy (Casey J) said he was cold and the boys were pretty much ready to go so we headed back to the house. Tommy, Morgan and I returned later that afternoon but it was pretty crowded, we did three rides and drove the go-carts (also where I let my cell phone go for a ride by itself) and then met the boys, Aunt Mary, Aunt Barb, Aunt Resa, at Zios for dinner.

We went back on Sunday to do regular rides only to soon discover it was darn hot. The boys rode the spinning tea cups (well actually spinning beer steins if you ask me), I rode with Casey John because we don’t spin it fast. Then he asked to do the “eight balls”. The “eight balls” are the big person version of the tea cups and spin much faster, but I didn’t want to deter him so just he and I stood in line to ride. When the ride first started he said “Mommy (with frustration), spin it faster”, but when the ride cranked up he took his little arm and death gripped my leg while I wrapped mine around him and his stuffed puppy (how he got that is another dang funny story) and tried to convince him it really wasn’t bad and it was fun. Half way through the ride he said “Mommy, no more eight balls okay?” Then when it was over he told me, “See Mommy, I’m a big boy, I rode the eight balls, but I don’t want to do it again.” I smiled and told him he was the biggest boy I knew. A few more rides and everyone was pretty done, we were still worn out from the day before and we went to have a late lunch then eventually headed home.

Oh, so you’d like to know what I did with my weekend? Well, I think I put all sanity aside and took the boys to hang out at Aunt MaeMae’s (my Aunt Mary) house and spend some time at Fiesta Texas. On the way down their Friday afternoon Uncle Tommy calls and somehow he and Morgan crash the Seitz hotel too! They went with us to Fiesta Saturday and we went to the water park there. I got life jackets for the boys and we hit their lazy river first, one time around was enough of getting bashed by other tubes and trying to hold onto Casey John and keep track of wild man Zach. We walked from pool to pool and even rode one “family friendly” ride (haha – mistake, Casey John panicked a little) and last stop was the wave pool. It rained and skinny boy (Casey J) said he was cold and the boys were pretty much ready to go so we headed back to the house. Tommy, Morgan and I returned later that afternoon but it was pretty crowded, we did three rides and drove the go-carts (also where I let my cell phone go for a ride by itself) and then met the boys, Aunt Mary, Aunt Barb, Aunt Resa, at Zios for dinner.

We went back on Sunday to do regular rides only to soon discover it was darn hot. The boys rode the spinning tea cups (well actually spinning beer steins if you ask me), I rode with Casey John because we don’t spin it fast. Then he asked to do the “eight balls”. The “eight balls” are the big person version of the tea cups and spin much faster, but I didn’t want to deter him so just he and I stood in line to ride. When the ride first started he said “Mommy (with frustration), spin it faster”, but when the ride cranked up he took his little arm and death gripped my leg while I wrapped mine around him and his stuffed puppy (how he got that is another dang funny story) and tried to convince him it really wasn’t bad and it was fun. Half way through the ride he said “Mommy, no more eight balls okay?” Then when it was over he told me, “See Mommy, I’m a big boy, I rode the eight balls, but I don’t want to do it again.” I smiled and told him he was the biggest boy I knew. A few more rides and everyone was pretty done, we were still worn out from the day before and we went to have a late lunch then eventually headed home.

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