Pay no attention to the new design quite yet (unless you're on a mobile device, which in that case, you are very welcome, about seven years late)...Jason jumped the gun a bit by sending it live. His priority was getting all the ad zones set up properly because of all those sweet, sweet Internet nickels; he didn't realize I wasn't down with the default fonts and wanted to test out at least fourteen dozen alternatives. I think we're currently displaying option number four and we're still not there yet. And I know some other pages are borked thanks to the bizarre way I had things set up before. Also, if anyone can help with the header/logo thing and expand some design-y doo-dads across the sea of Every Guest Bathroom I've Ever Had Green, shoot me an email with how much Cash Money you will require. But whatever, it's a site that at least looks like it's from this Internet century and maybe Google will remember that I exist again.
Our original trip to Hersheypark included two days' worth of park passes. We ended up spending one day at the park and the rest of the time at our hotel's indoor waterpark, and promised the boys that we'd make another day trip up with the remaining passes. Our day trips kept getting scuttled, though, due to someone being sick or the weather ratcheting up to 106 degrees before we'd even gotten in the car, but finally -- on the VERY LAST DAY the park would be open, the very last day our tickets were even valid, we made it back. We are such overachievers.
An explanation for MAH FACE in this photo can be seen in an alternate angle.
This was about 30 seconds before we traumatized Ezra 4 LYFE by making him ride one of those rocking pirate ship rides -- fairly tame as rides go but it triggered what was either a genuine fear of heights or just epic levels of middle child syndrome.
(Shout-out to my friend Lydia who left her sunglasses on my coffee table last week, because I lost mine and stole hers instead.)
(Lydia, by the way, was Rey and Finn's foster mom, and now she is my friend and provider of free sunglasses and slightly expired Epipens. More reasons to ADOPT DON'T SHOP, people.)
This is what $19 worth of facepaint and parental guilt look like.
Ike started the day out very opposed to anything and everything. No rides that went high. No rides that went fast. In fact, let's just sit on a rock somewhere and look at a map of all the rides we won't go on.
(But we'll look damn good doing it.)
So while Jason was off with Noah getting to do stuff like this:
I spent a lot of the day doing stuff like this:
But then, inexplicably, Ike became fearless, demanding to go on anything and everything his height (barely) qualified him for, and of course hamming it the hell up at every opportunity.
Before we left I decided I needed to make up for my personal lack of thrill rides, and threw down a challenge for Noah: Let me take you on your very first upside-down roller coaster.
This was not an easy sell. Noah had a bit of a panic/rigidity meltdown in line after seeing the loop in the track, and there was another REALLY LOUD SUPER FAST coaster that kept flying by the line and upsetting him. (We'd so stupidly forgotten ear plugs or noise-cancelling headphones for him, which was like, "how long have we kept this child alive and still make rookie mistakes like that?") But I knew he'd enjoy himself in the end -- he ALWAYS does -- so we worked through it together with a lot of tight hugs/pressure, distractions on my phone, and me being an idiot and miming my own imagined, exaggerated reaction to the coaster until he was finally like, "Mom. Stop. Omg."
(Hmmm, maybe not so imagined nor hypothetical. Way to provide solid emotional support there, self.)
(Lydia I put your sunglasses in the bag drop with Noah's hat and did not lose them on a coaster loop. They are fine but a little sunscreen-y.)
After that, we called it a day and came home, with everybody at the perfect level of theme-parked out but not hysterically overtired. Ezra washed off his $19 facepaint and then asked when we were going back because he wants to try cotton candy. Nobody tell him cotton candy is available anywhere else in the world besides Hersheypark, unless you are also willing to babysit him for a minimum of 72 hours after he eats it.