Wow, when you take a break from blogging

It's very difficult to get back into the swing of things.

I will say, that I only wrote about 6 posts in my head these last few days.

I wanted to tell you all about my WildChild and how she now refers to Mr.T by his first, middle and last name - in this tone that would knock you over with laughter. She just loves to tease him, and he lets her. She destroys that poor man.

The other day she painted his finger nails and toe nails. As soon as she was in bed he removed the fingernail polish but left on the toenail stuff so NOT to hurt her feelings. I told him, she won't care...she most likely forgot about it anyway (but her brain is a steal trap - nothing is ever forgotten).

Yesterday Mr.T wondered why everyone seemed to look at him while we were having fun at Idlewild's Soak Zone (you know, he was only wearing his swim trunks and POLISHED TOENAILS).

Then I wanted to tell you all about our trip to the movies to see Night at the Museum part II. The girlys were so snuggly and wonderful. The previews made us all laugh out load. Good times.

I also wanted to mention that I kinda like dragging the neighborhood kids around with us, the girlys love it and it allows me to enjoy them more. They look to their friends to provide entertainment and I am able to enjoy blissfully watching them have fun. I like to participate as well, but sometimes I like watching them.

Then there was the trip to the bookstore this weekend. We all just drool as we approach a Barnes and Noble bookstore. We can't help but go in and feast our eyes on all of the magnificent goodies inside. My WildChild heads over to the children's section and usually begs me to buy her for 3-4 Junie B. Jones and/or Magic Treehouse chapter books. I always tell her she can get one book. We stop here often, no need for more than one at a time. We have a tremendous library already at home, plus we regularly stop by our local Carnegie Library and they bring home a book a week from their schools library. We do not have a lack of books to read. The ShowStopper always picks out a game for us. She loves games, she loves books too, but she loves to spend time with the family playing board games. I always let her buy a game. One game. This time we bought 'Camp'.

Then I wanted to tell you all about our trip to Idlewild Park for Memorial Day and how it was such a part of my childhood. I loved Storybook Forest. One of my earliest childhood memories was at Idlewild Park, there was a huge family picnic (even though my family was NOT huge) and I had a terrible asthma attack and had to be rushed to Children's Hospital. The 'biological' father took me while my mother stayed at the park (I believe my uncle was in from out of town and she wanted to hang out with him for awhile). I remember coming home from the hospital, exhausted and full of all kinds of steroids and injections of all sorts. I remember my mother was waiting for me to come home, she carted me off to bed and my dearest mother pet my head until I fell asleep.

This trip to Idlewild Park, my girlys didn't want to go to Storybook Forest. Mr.T and I were both disappointed but we understood. They grow up so fast. They think that Storybook Forest is for babies. Sigh. This was the very first time we didn't even bother with Raccoon Lagoon (the little kiddies rides).

And lastly I wanted to tell you about how I refer to the girlys as girlys when I write about them but when we are out and about I refer to them as my 'ladies'. Ladies, let's get moving or Ladies, if you do not decide which flavor of ice cream we buy, I will do it. So why the difference? I do not know. Honestly. I shall have to think about it more.

But all of that just sounds so blah ... no pizazz.

Instead of telling you about all of that junk, I have decided to just post of some pictures of my girlys and their friends at Idlewild Park.

And for those of you that live close to the Burgh, do NOT go to Idlewild without your Pepsi product, or buy tickets at your local Giant Eagle, save $5-$6 per admission - the 6 of us costs over $170. Sheesh!





(Great photo opportunity, playing in the balls!)









Enter 'THE SOAK ZONE'