Pioneer Day is a huge holiday here in Utah. In fact, it's my husband's favorite holiday! He LOVES taking the day off from work and heading to SLC to see the Days of 47 parade and touring around Pioneer Village. However, Pioneer day came on a Saturday this year. This seems to have deflated Sweetie somewhat because he didn't have to take the day off and everything was going to be SUPER crowded. After an early morning run together we decided to part from the norm and head South to his mom's house for the day and find things to do in that neck of the woods. Enter: Spanish Fork Festival Days. Craft vendors, amusement rides, & sweet treats. Somehow I got left with the kids and Grandpa Archie at the amusement rides while Sweetie and his mom when to look for ducks for the duck races. (Think rubber duckies.)
First I was shocked at the ticket prices for rides and with there being six of us I'm thinking..."no way." Next thing I know Grandpa Archie (seriously one of the kindest and sweetest men you'll meet in this life) is slapping down his cc for a sheet of tickets. "Oh good..." I tried to pick a ride that looked harmless enough that we could all go on. Well, with the exception of Grandpa Archie. Why? Because that man is SMART I tell you.
I don't know what this ride was called and it wasn't TOO bad. The kids were giggling and happy. However, I had to sit on the outside with my two youngest. Tears running down my face from the wind and trying to hold my head up straight, I'm wondering..."How can these two be so freak'n heavy?!" G -Forces anyone?
Ride is over. That was fun. Kind of. Where did Grandpa Archie go? Oh, here he comes....with another sheet of tickets....awesome.
I look for another ride. I find one that I think shouldn't be too bad, but I haven't actually seen what it does. *Duh* I'm pretty sure it's called something like "Nightmare" or "Loud Screamer" or "Lose Your Lunch".
So we're all loaded on the "Death Launch" and this thing gets really going and yeah...the kids aren't really laughing. In fact, I think my youngest next to me has stopped breathing altogether. I'm pretty sure I shouldn't be looking at the horizon from this angle. But then again my eyeballs seem to be jumping around in their sockets and I CANNOT wait for this thing to land! Finally after what seems an eternity it begins to slow but wait...wait...Oh no...it's just going to go in reverse now. Hooray? See that girl in black sitting behind my kids in that picture? See how happy she looks? That smile was wiped right off her face as I saw her trying to rip that lap bar off before it came to a complete stop so she could throw up with dignity. And this is how I win all those "Super Mommy Awards" - by throwing my four year old on traumatizing amusement rides.
The good news is that once we got our land legs back, we ended the SF Fiesta experience with over priced snow-cones and a great story to tell.
Child #3 still hasn't recovered.
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