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And Quinn Said “Whee!”

Saturday we met up with a friend of mine from college (yes, from waaaaayyy back when), who, even though I still picture Bajeerah as a 16-year-old college freshman (uh-huh. I said 16) with a determination that intimidated me just a little bit, is now a married working mom of a spunky 3-year-old with strikingly pretty blue eyes.  Crazy, how time messes with the memories we have in our heads. She and her husband live outside Philadelphia, so we met up at a halfway point, which just happened to be a certain amusement park that caters to small children in Lancaster County. It was a nice excuse to get away, relax a little, let David do some male-patterned bonding over craft beer with Bajeerah’s husband, Fred.  But, the kids. The kids!  Oh my goodness, the kids. Can I just tell you how much fun it is to go to an amusement park with not just one, not just two, but three children who absolutely love to ride rides? I mean, I knew Talia and Saoirse would have a blast, which was nice, but Quinn.  The Mighty Quinn!  The child has no fear.  Those…

Getting What We Wished For

We took the girls to an amusement park yesterday–an amusement park which, as we discovered only after pushing 70 pounds of girl in a double stroller all day, is comprised entirely of hills.  Hill that go up, both ways. But it was such a good day.  SK had an absolute blast, Quinn was happy as a clam (who came up with that phrase?  I assume that this is a clam who’s contentedly residing in some ocean, before he’s about to meet some linguine and white wine sauce, right?).  We got there when the park opened, figuring we’d probably be able to make it to four, maybe 5 o’clock and get home in time for dinner and baths.  See, we are ride people.  Roller coasters, especially, with bonus points for extra speed and extra drops and a missing floor, perhaps.  But this time last year, Saoirse was terrified of amusement parks, and spent a lot of time weeping and shaking before finally getting on a mosey-around-the-track automatic car.  This year, we hoped, some of our DNA would start to rub off.  We hoped she’d be brave…