The hotel attendants howled, "Hoooowwwww are you doing?" as they opened the doors for myself and Lucy Rose. From that point on, I knew I was in trouble...
A couple of weekends ago, Pook planned a trip to an indoor water park for our family. The name of said place is Great Wolf Lodge, hence the hoooooooooooooooooowww. Get it? Hooowling, as in a wolf.
After five hours of riding in the car with two screaming babies in Dallas rush hour traffic, I was ready for some serious relaxing by the pool. We pulled up to this water park/hotel and I saw the exact opposite. I’m not kidding you; there were slumber parties, kiddie day camps and cheerleader competitions going on all over the place. There were kids running here and there, bumping into me as I was trying to check in. I almost lost it when a little boy ran under my feet, tripping me as I was holding Lucy Rose. I looked down to chew his five-year old head off and he glanced up at me with a brown smudged face and gave me a little hoooowl. I spray tanned before we left town. I’m guessing the little boy’s parents were wondering how a ginormous birth mark appeared on their child’s face. I was super annoyed with the entire situation, but I couldn’t help but crack up at the same time. Here I was checking in with my two month old baby, getting ready to tear a five-year old in half for running into me soaking wet. So yeah, I was pretty much the Kool-Aid buzz kill for all the little ones running around the place going ape shit!
Normally I’m not a party pooper, but you have to understand that this is the kind of place where you need to mentally prepare yourself pre-arrival. I had no clue that I was going to stay at a “lodge” geared towards the 10-year-old crowd. Seriously though, the body washes & shampoo the lodge provided were even bubble gum flavored. See told you I was not over exaggerating!
It ended up not being the worst trip ever, but it was pretty freaking hilarious and defiantly a memorable event.
I took this picture just as we arrived in our cabin.
The look on our faces explains it all.
Day two, my boys loving the water park. Me? Well I sat in the muggy room with Lucy Rose most of the time.
Saturday we busted out of the joint and went to spend the night with my brother-in-law, Christopher...Thank the lord!
That's how we roll, porta crib style.
He pumped and dumped, I swear.
Jonathan and Uncle Topher with the kids before we headed home.
Thanks for a memorable experience Pook. How about next time I get to plan the trip?