4th of July Weekend, By the Numbers: Part 2
(continued from yesterday’s post)
2 – Family visits to the gym pool – on Monday and Tuesday.
42+ – Times The Tackler and I nailed Bobbi with buckets of water while in the pool.
50+ – Jumps Lil Diva made into the pool as she gripped my hands (over both days).
0 – Naps taken by the Tackler on the 4th of July.
1 – Game of Trouble led to a massive forty minute meltdown because he lost (no, he doesn’t have my competitive streak at all…).
90 – Minutes before the kids were normally IN bed and we finally left for the carnival.
3 – Number of bouncy houses The Tackler jumped in – Lil Diva could only do the single baby one.
4 – Very flushed red cheeks on The Tackler (and Lil Diva) after 15 minutes of jumping – in 100 degree heat.
40 – Minutes Bobbi and I “lost” CG and Lil Diva as she abandoned the bounce houses.
4– Giant plastic hamster-like balls for adults greatly amused The Tackler.
1– Firetruck entertained him for twenty minutes as he climbed up and down. Much longer and I’m certain he’d have discovered how to turn on the radios…
47– Minutes spent on awesome playground as I sent covetous looks at the mini-water park next to it.
20– Minutes Lil Diva spent just on the swings.
5– Times I wanted to pull my son to safety as he embraced his inner monkey – on an appropriate apparatus for a change (which I have to admit, was awesome).
7– Dollars spent riding a tiny train: $2 for Lil Diva and a $5 wrist band for unlimited rides for The Tackler – who only rode twice at first. He loved ringing the bell up front.
4 – Dollars spent on ice cold beverages at inflated prices.
1 – Bouncy castle turned off while The Tackler was still in it (a toddler one, so he wasn’t in any danger) – he was a bit hard of hearing “Time to get out!”
45– Minutes spent with just The Tackler as we returned to the train while Lil Diva hung out with Bobbi and CG who staked a spot for the concert.
5 – Times he rode in a row, getting full use out of the wrist band.
1 – Buddy made who rode next to him in the train for three of the times.
1 – Glow stick purchased for him because he’d done an excellent job of staying close and holding hands when directed (minus the bouncy house issue). Plus, it was pitch black – a sight he hadn’t seen for months thanks to summer light.
1 – End of a Jedi/Sith battle witnessed on a basketball court as Duel of the Fates blared on the speakers.
8 – Bodies strewn on the ground when it finished: Anakin won.
6– Types of fruits and vegetables packed in our cooler: only tiny bites left by the end.
1 – Minute left before Arc Attack started as The Tackler and I located CG, Bobbi, and Lil Diva – who had spent this time charming her onlookers and talking on the phone (I’m awaiting details as I was not there). It was 9:30 PM, ninety minutes past bedtime.
2– Very thrilled children loved the show – a welcome reprieve as The Tackler hates loud fireworks.
20 – Minutes I vanished to stand behind the stage and grab video on my iPod of the show. Here is a clip of one song:
2 – Number of guys who wore a suit onstage and had the “lightning” hit them.
2 – Children who DID NOT fall asleep during the show. Lil Diva loved applauding.
1 – Very big “What the frak” moment… Almost.
1 – Exhausted Tackler could barely walk to the car.
1 – Child passed out on the way home (Lil Diva). Luckily, we changed them into their PJs before we left.
1 – Shocked mommy who couldn’t believe she actually got to see Arc Attack because her children behaved and didn’t meltdown once the entire four hours we were at the carnival.
364– Days before I’m likely to break routine and let them stay up 3.5 hours past their bedtimes…
0 – Mosquito bites even without bug spray! Either they treated for them heavily in Cedar Park (they’re ravenous at my house), or they got the memo about the largest bug zapper as the main attraction.
1 – First year blogoversary post I had to write while half dead from a very full day.
0 – Number of times I heard a single crack or pop of a firework.
I admit it – I loved the burn ban this year for the 4th. No fireworks waking up my children, the ability to see an awesome show without The Tackler freaking out..