Day 3: Sort of Normal

In an effort to act like "Normal"people, the Nerds visit an amusement park.

The Blond packed a great picnic lunch.

(I just like this picture)

After lunch, the temp started rising, so we made a pretty good deal with the young parents. We'd each take turns watching Emma while the others went down some water slides.

Their trip up the wooden steps went by without any difficulty.

The blond and I would not be so lucky.

Heading up the steps for this slide, we got in line behind The Six Most Annoying and Self Absorbed 12 Year Old Girls in the World.

Knowing how high the bar is set for that sort of thing, you will obviously need some proof from the 45 MINUTE NON-STOP, NOT EVEN A PAUSE FOR BREATH, JABBER SESSION they held for our benefit. The Colonel actually tuned them out after about 5 seconds, so here is a quote that the Blond remembers:

"Idon'tknowhowIgotsotallwhenmymomissotinyImeanshe'sabout

4feetorsomethingswimmingistheworstexcerciseIwasinswimming

andilostallthisweightbutthenIjoinedsoftballandgainedallthismuscle

Ilost40poundsnolienokiddingIwantedtobeputinaregularclassbut

theyputmeinthisotherclasssandItriedtotalktotheteacherbuthedidn't

understandsoIwasdoingidenticalworkfortwoclassesovertwo

trimestersbutIamdonenow...."

At one point (this is true), the Blond looked at me and mouthed, "Please...kill me."

Through the fog of this conversation, a new horror began to dawn on the Colonel. This ride only allowed four people per raft, and there were six of them.

The sign at the top of the stairs confirmed my worst fears. It stated that groups of less that four would be paired up.

Being a clever Colonel, I sized up the situation by employing mathematics.

6 annoying girls minus 4 annoying girls equals 2 annoying girls.

2 annoying girls plus one Blond plus one Colonel equals One Raft Ride of Continued Purgatory.

This time it was my turn to direct the Blond's eyes toward the ominous sign and silently mouth, "No...please sweet mercy...no!"

It was then that fate intervened. There, in line in front of the Irritating Gang of Six were two wonderfully quiet 8-year old boys, riding alone. The attendant looked at them and shouted, "Any other groups of two?"

The Colonel almost dislocated his arm shooting up his hand.

"Us!" I pleaded, "We'll ride down with them!"

On the ride down, the boys and I discussed Randy Moss while the Blond screamed.

I'm still trying to figure out if her screaming was from the ride, or simply out of relief.

Epilogue:

Baseball heroics, wrong way driving, mass transit, shark petting, Uber-nerddom, laughing babies, Texas Hold 'em, roller coasters, and annoying pre-teens; it was all fantastic.

But often, the best moments are the simplest ones. Our family doesn't really know this, but sometimes when we are all traveling together, the Blond and the Colonel just like to hang back a bit behind the rest of them and appreciate what the Lord has given to us.

As we were leaving the park, following a wonderful day together, we were reminded once again how rare and precious these times really are. Everyone is getting older. These opportunities to be all in the same place may become more impractical as careers and geography begin to spread us apart. We can't possibly know what changes the next days, weeks, and years may bring.

We only knew that for that moment, we were together, and we were happy.

...and the Blond and the Colonel are very, VERY Blessed.