This past Saturday, we took the kids to Dan Nicholas State Park in Salisbury. About an hour away, the park is beautifully maintained and contains a multitude of activities for kids. There are several playgrounds, a mini-golf course, merry-go-round, lake with paddle boats, wildlife center, petting zoo, train, and tons more. Many of the attractions are free, and the others are only a dollar or two. It was a fun, freakishly hot day. The kids had a blast.
Most certainly, the water plaza was Claire's favorite activity. She was waiting for it all day. The picture above was taken while we were waiting for dad to change Ben into his swimsuit, so they could go in the water. I have no clue what she is doing. I called her name, told her to smile for the camera, and this is what I got.
Of course, she was skittish of the spraying water, but the heat and her curiosity finally won out.
Ben, however, remained afraid of the spraying water throughout. Here he is watching his sister get all wet. This pose cracks me up. A bit like a swimsuit model, eh?
As you can see from his face, Ben's favorite activity of the day was the "too, too tain."
Claire, on the train, afraid she might see some wild animals in the woods!
I think we would have stayed longer, but the trip was cut a bit short after Ben pooped in his swim diaper. Why swimming pools and water attractions regulate that babies have to be in swim diapers is beyond me. Those things don't hold in anything! Pee and poop come right out, a bit noxious to think about all that must really be in our public pools, yeck! Anyway, while carrying him to the bathroom to change, his diaper not only leaked on him but also all over my shirt. Ugh! I road the train smelling like toddler poo. Actually, I'm not sure the word "poo" is sufficient in this case. "Poo" brings to mind changing the diapers of little teeny babies - stinky, but not gag-worthy. This, on the other hand . . . well, it really belonged in the four letter word category, but I'm not brave enough to cuss on the blog just yet! So, I decided that enough was enough. Time to go home. Sure, laugh it up. At that time, I was not amused in the least!