A Roller Coaster? Is That What It's Called?

Well, here it is Labor Day weekend, and I haven't ventured further than a kilometer from my front door.

That's because Benny Boy had to go off on some exciting adventure for the ENTIRE four day weekend, leaving us to fend for ourselves.

BOOO!!!

(Just in case there was any question as to how I felt about it)

And just to rub it in, the weather has been perfectly sunny with highs in the low seventies.

So cruel. 

BUT, I did get him to steal away from work for a half a day on Wednesday to take us to a nearby amusement park called Tripsdrill.  We wanted to celebrate Em's upcoming Kindergarten debut.  Exciting times!!!

Germany is really growing on me. Tripsdrill is a beautiful and pristine park

The girls went on a roller coaster for the first time. 

 Em couldn't get enough of it.  

C, on the other hand, well, the picture says it all:

Do you love how unfazed Ben seems to be by her complete distraughtness??

I know it sounds cliche, but it really is fun to explore the world anew through your children's eyes.  Roller coasters?  I could take 'em or leave 'em.  But, how fun is it to ride with Emily over and over again, who was having the time of her life.  She was screaming and hollering and having a ball. 

After we got off she asked inquisitively, "A roller coaster?  Is that what it's called?"  

Yep, that's what it's called.

So fun to discover the simple pleasures of life.

Sadly, James didn't meet the height requirements for the rides :(

And a 30 minute downpour was no biggie for the Germans.  Hide under the umbrella and wait for it to pass