Rollercoaster
We went to Busch Gardens on Saturday and from the parking lot Lex could see a rollercoaster. He kept an eye on it as we took the tram to the park. Every time a car full of people went hurtling past he would say,”Rollercoaster. Up up up! Down down down.! Wheeee!”
From England we walked towards France, stopping to look at eagles (up close, thrilling, his favorite bird) and wolves. He knows about them from the Great Outdoors episode of Signing Times. He fed nectar to lorikeets in the aviary, petted two snakes, saw a beautiful serval cat “big kitty!” and got his picture snapped with a peregrine falcon.
In France we took the skyride to Land of the Dragons. He loved it. Now when we drive down Broad Street he points at power lines overhead and says “Skyride!” Very observant, baby.
He was not too interested in the water play area, but rode a flying dragon with Momma and a kiddie ferris wheel with Daddy. There were two rides that were only for kids between 36-54 inches. He drove the bugs by himself first, then the boat ride. Big man was thrilled. Would have stayed there all day, driving it SELF.
Watermelon and strawberries for lunch, then we met up with his pals Cooper, Luke, Jett and her sister Isabel, and assorted parents. Lex was ready to ride everything again, show his friends how it is done.
On our way out through France, most everyone went on Le Scoot log flume ride, which has two very steep drops and is much more terrifying than it sounds. Lex rode with Daddy and alternated between “Wheeee!” and being scared. He was brave, though and seemed happy enough once they were off, but told Momma afterwards he has been “Big sad.” Sweet brave boy. His first big rollercoaster ride.
