We’re on Southern Cal vacation. Woke up at 3am and started the long drive to Venice Beach. The Boy couldn’t fall back asleep when we got in the car so he was already set to have a rough day. Santa Monica and Venice Beach rocked! Complete with endless chasing of birds and a proposal we just missed. But then The Boy got cold. At first we thought it was because he splashed in the water and there was a little chill in the wind. But his cheeks were flushed and…yep you guessed it…he had a fever. DH carried him nearly the entire stretch to the car. The next day we planned Disney. We would have to see. And then this morning we woke up to find The Boy fever free. So….we went to Disney! The Boy has always been terrified of rides. Since I also share that fear (see my post about wanting to become someone who loves roller coasters) we hang out while DH and The Girl do all the crazy stuff. But The Boy is getting older so we encouraged him to go on a ride. It was within the acceptable ride zone for me so we went together as a family. The Boy loved it! Next stop was a ride with a 50ft drop and a giant splash. I was terrified but I told myself that sometimes as a parent you do things you don’t want to do. The feeling going up knowing what was to come next was intense and nauseating. I let go of a torrential scream on the way down (The Girl remarked afterwards about it.) I swore immediately that it was the absolutely last time I would ride that ride. Once was enough. But then, this amazing feeling overwhelmed me. Endorphins? It was just like after a tattoo–thrilling. So do I now love roller coaters? No, but I’ll go on that ride again and that’s a start. Later The Boy’s fever returned and we’re back at the hotel room. The rest we’ll have to see about.
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