A whole new world has been opened up to Beatle. She is now 48” tall and can ride almost everything at Magic Springs, the amusement park here in town. In our spare time in the summers (ha!) we like to venture over there. We bond as a family in between bouts of motion sickness and being slammed around by unruly tubes in the wave pool. We didn’t get passes last year and weren’t going to this year but they were given to us so how could we refuse?
Beatle was relishing in her newfound opportunities and was being quite bold but dug in her heels as we were finding seats on the pirate ship-type ride that flips all the way around. We had to take the “chicken exit”. I told the kid working it, “Maybe next time…” and he quipped, “Yeah, right.”
She was drunk on adrenaline though when she jumped off one small roller coaster onto Wild Thang—too bold to notice it was exponentially worse than the ride she passed on. “Hurry, hurry! Let’s try to get on this time,” she said exasperated as the rest of us were trying to keep up. Wild Thang turned in three different direction so I pleaded to Brent’s good nature on the way there to please let me sit this one out. So, he manned up and jumped on with her. It wasn’t till it started turning that I could see where she should be sitting, only I just saw legs dangling next to Brent. She was so small she couldn’t even see over the harness. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt so out of control as a mother in my life. I know that she’s just on loan to me and God has her in His hands but I couldn’t help but freak out as the ride whirled her every which way and flipped her around over and over. I just sat there stupidly; dividing my time between praying and laughing hysterically while Birdie ate dirt. Thank God she exited safe and sound declaring, with every bit of sincerity she could muster, that she really thought she was going to die up there. She even had the presence of mind to ask Brent, while being flung around, how far away the closest emergency room was. Haha! She’s becoming so cerebral.
We return to Oklahoma this Friday and stay until my sister’s wedding. I truly enjoy not having to work but especially during the summer because it affords us opportunities like going to Oklahoma for weeks at a time. It’s such a special time to be able to take our time with family and friends.
I love Brent’s job. I love that he loves his job and that our kids love his job. Mind you, when they are 17, they may not think what he does is that cool but right now, he’s their hero. Last night, he was getting ready for camp and since he’s responsible for an illusion segment, he wanted an audience to perform for. He was doing good—wearing a wig and a lab coat we purposefully singed in areas to make kids doubt his abilities and add to his character—when he got to his second fire trick and something went awry and it there was a mini-explosion in his hands and his reaction was priceless. Beatle and I busted a gut!!! We doctored him and he’s all better but he’s scratched the fire tricks this week because now he’s all kinds of gun-shy.
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