The girls wore themselves out taking in all the activities. We first went to the Children's Museum, where they shopped-'til-they-dropped, experimented with bubbles, and morphed into the scientists we expect them to become.
|Haley LOVES to shop|
|Shelby and Bryon making bubbles|
|Careful, careful, carful. Don't pop it!|
|She's concentrating so hard, there's smoke coming out of her ears!|
|The three of them couldn't get enough|
Day two, we loaded all four kids and four adults up and headed to Santa's Workshop. It was the perfect place to take a bunch of pre-schoolers. The rides weren't too scary (although I couldn't get off the ferris wheel fast enough), the lines were almost non-exhistant, and the dads even seemed to enjoy themselves.
|The kids having fun|
|That's my "be-brave-for-the-kids" face.|
Come to find out, my parents had taken me to Santa's Workshop circa 1976. Mom was pregnant with Molly, so I couldn't have been older than 2. I think the exact rides are still there!
We had such fun seeing our girls bond with Joe and Susan's kids and dogs. Keep those
computer glitches low fairs coming, Frontier. We can't wait to go back to "Cotorato"!
|Monica driving in 1976|
|Shelby driving in 2012|
|These girls are going to be dare devils|
|Giant wobbly candy cane slide that felt like it was built in 1976|
Since we were so close, we decided to drive up to Pikes Peak. From what I was told, the view was lovely. My stomach, lungs, and brain were too out of whack to be able to enjoy the scenery. If you venture up to 14,000 feet, take some Dramamine and an oxygen tank. You can leave me at the bottom of the mountain next time.
|Yet another "be-brave-for-the-kids" face on mom. Only Bryon seems to be enjoying himself.|