Clayton turned 9 years old in March and Shayla turned 7 years old at the end of April.... And yes, I realize it's August, but I have a back load of partial blogs stashed in my drafts and I'm just now getting around to posting them.... Better late than never right??
I really hate birthday parties...... REALLY HATE THEM.
Last year we did the whole pizza party thing at the arcade. Kids had a blast.... I, on the other hand, couldn't help glancing at the fake guns wistfully wishing they could put me out of my misery for at least an hour.....
This year, I asked if the kids would like a trip vs. a party. If they really had their hearts set on party, then I would suffer through it.... That's what parents do.... Parties are almost as bad as "The Night of Horror"...
No, no.......let me take that back, the night of horror ended quickly, where as the parties full of hyper screaming kids torture you in a slow, methodical manner with no end in sight.....
Thankfully, my kids were agreeable to the trip idea!
Clayton, being my lil brain with aspirations to be a paleontologist really enjoyed the day at Dinosaur Valley State Park in Glen Rose, Texas. He enjoyed the preserved tracks and loved the river, though crossing it by hopping across the stones didn't work out quite like we planned.... The water was deeper than it looked, still quite chilly, and Shayla fell in... We all ended up with soaked jeans/boots.
|A bit shocked by the foot size?!|
|Kicked back in a preserved dino track...|
When we finished up our explorations, we hit Dino World for some shopping.... Clayton, of course, picked out more fossils for his collection.
For Shayla's birthday, we went to East Texas to spend the weekend with her Pawpaw & Momma Jan.
|Shayla & Pawpaw|
|Beautiful birthday girl outside Medieval Times|
|Tator showing off his new quill from Momma Jan|
|Shayla sipping her virgin Pina Colada & checking out all the beautiful horses|
Shayla was REALLY into all of it. Standing in her chair screaming for her knight, and turned several shades of red when he kissed a carnation and threw it to her in the stands (to which she blushed and asked me if I thought he was cute too.... Lord save me!)
|The brave knights of Medieval Times|
Clayton, my child who takes everything very LITERALLY was apprehensive.... Eating with his hands was not the norm in Tator's world, and heaven forbid we do things differently. He got into the spirit of things though but still watched the riders very intently. They had dancing Andalusians, the falcon came out for an awesome lil show and a few rounds of tricks and story telling, he was mildly interested in these entertainments, but kept asking when the joust would begin...
When it came for the actual joust, he was on the edge of his seat.... When the knight was unhorsed and the sword fighting began, he stared, bug eyed, as sparks flew with each clash of the swords....
One knight was tiring, clearly loosing and when the victor lunged in for the kill, Clayton jumped up, with a white knuckle grip on the table edge and said:
"WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!"
He was so intense, so serious, it was hilarious.... After the downed knight was pulled out of the spotlight, I pointed out to my son that he was ok.... Didn't know why he was so shocked... We told them what the show was.... Later I find out my husband told Clayton that the joust was REAL... LOL
You'd have to know us to "get" our humor, but the whole things was just freaking hilarious. Clayton laughed about all of it, and enjoyed the rest of the show with the same awe and excitement as before, just none of the worry.
All in all we had an awesome time and I would love to go again in the future.
I'm hoping next year the kids are willing to forgo parties in favor of trips.... I know I'd certainly enjoy it.....
Simply can't beat birthdays that take you back in time with dinosaurs & dashing knights!