Fast forward 17 years to last night. Jon and I took Nate to ride the big balloon at the Great Park in Irvine. He points that thing out every time we see it from the freeway. His eyes grew big when we told him that's where we were going. (Side note: we would have taken Lucy, too, but it was nearing her bed time, grampy was already at our house, and she is teething something fierce, so she stayed home to be put to bed.) We arrived at 6:30 and put our names in, not realizing there would even be a wait. We made the best of the wait, running on the grassy area and exploring a little bit. When it grew dark, Nate had fun running along the flashing red lights that were in a line on the ground. Finally, at 8:30, our buzzer buzzed, and we went to the next place to stand in line, right next to the balloon. We just had to wait for a couple of rounds of people to ride in front of us (4-5 minutes each ride), and then it was our turn. Nate was excited... until we were within 15 feet of getting on. Then he decided it just wasn't for him. Ah yes, the ride we had just waited 2 hours to go on? Apparently, it sounded fun for those 2 hours, but not now. So I went on the balloon by myself while Jon waited with Nate on the ground. (It's a good thing we didn't force him to go, because the lift-off was a bit jerky. I didn't mind it, but in his little mind it would have confirmed his fears, I'm sure.) And then we went home.
Pictures during the wait--having lots of fun:
Thoughts as we are walking to get on the ride: concern
And then worry. Notice the clenched fist:
And then making a run for it:
5 comments:
Soo funny, poor Nate, at least you got to go on I guess, SO Funny!
There you go! You captured both stories perfectly.
LOL that is to funny. Chris said, "Ah poor Nate!" and I said Ah poor Jon & Katie:). At least you got a few minutes of quiet time and I'm sure the view was pretty spectacular from up there. The pictures were the best part. We are laughing hysterically:).
hey just noticed we're on your friends links, ah you do love us, how sweet:)! j/k
When I was two or three, we went to visit Santa at the big flagship Macy's in New York (the one who closes out the Thanksgiving parade--though there are actually quite a few *ahem* helpers at different North Poles throughout the store). We waited in line for two hours and when we finally got to the front of the line, I was given a ring that said, "Macy's Santa knows . . ." when you held it one way and a picture of a Santa not winking and then winking when you tipped the ring to three different angles. We walked to the door of the house where Santa sits, I took one look at him, screamed, "Get that big fat man away from me!" and bolted out into the store. For weeks afterward, though, I would go up to my parents' friends and say, "I met Santa" and proudly display my ring. ;)
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