Six Flags of fun

So...back to Labor Day weekend. The plan for Sunday morning, post-Dave & Buster's, was to stick with our normal Sunday morning routine - go to Sunday school, stay for the 10:50 service, come home for a quick lunch, then put A to bed for his nap. But, long-story-short, Tim had a lot of work to get done, so we decided to play hooky from church, and A and I ended up at Six Flags with the rest of the gang from Eldo.

Originally, we decided against taking Alex to Six Flags because there aren't many rides for him to go on, and by the time we got there when it opened at 10:30am, we'd only have about two hours to play before we'd have to head home so he could take a nap. But then, I thought, why the heck not? I knew he'd have a blast, much more so than hanging around the house. And as far as his nap went, I figured I'd just take the big stroller, A could fall asleep or not, and if he was too miserable and crabby, I would just take him home at that point. (I think I might have mentioned it in a post or two or twelve, but I am totally neurotic and not at all laid back, especially about things like my child's nap schedule. So for me to take Alex to Six Flags with the intent to "wing it" at naptime...well, let's just say I've come a long way.)

Not surprisingly, he had an awesome time riding the rides he was tall enough for. He's 1/2" shy of making the 36" minimum on most rides, so his options were few and far between. We started with a Batman jet ride...something or another...and I rode with A just in case he decided to freak out. And he did freak out...when the ride was over and we made him get off. Unfortunately, the ride operator (is "carnie" the appropriate word here?) did not give into his puppy dog eyes and his desperate pleas for "one mo' ride!"

So off we went to find some more "Alex-appropriate" rides. He ended up on the river barge ride with Grammy and Poppa...

...the train with Grammy...

...the semi truck ride with Poppa...

...the carousel with Uncle Chris (where he decided he no longer wanted to have his picture taken and kept saying, "Mommy, no picture a Alex!!"...can't say I blame him, either, what with that awful hair)...

...and spent the rest of the time bonding with Auntie L (who is preggers and can't ride anything).

But if he had had his druthers, I'm convinced that Alex would have ridden every ride there - yes, even the upside-down ones. Nonetheless, he just loved being there - the sights, the sounds, the smells...

Turns out, A did sleep in his stroller (only after Grammy swiped a rocking chair from somewhere, coaxed him to sleep, then stuck him in the stroller), and got a decent nap, considering the circumstances. As usual, I had nothing to worry about...Poppa had no problem napping either, and Grammy didn't even have to rock him.

See the rest of our adventures below: