a smooch while you're going round and round.

"i'm gonna be a wrestler that doesn't smoke."

-brennan {4 yrs & 358 days old}

...

yesterday afternoon we we ditched church and took grandpa to ride the ferris wheel at scheel's.

i learned that i might actually be afraid of heights.

who knew?!

and that i don't like ferris wheels anymore.

it's not the going around that gets me.

it's the stop and go at the tippy top.

i sat there squeezing max's hand with my sweaty left palm,

trying not to move.

and i'm pretty sure i stopped breathing all together at one point,

as they were loading people on at the bottom.

i turned around with my eyes really big to my dad in the chair behind us,

and he was all,

"are we done yet???"
and i was all, 

"i don't like this."

and he was all,

"it's just like a ski lift!"

and i was all,

"except for the whole rocking back and forth uncontrollably part."

and the kids were all, 

"hi gampa!!!"

"hi max!"

"hi BEEEEEAN-an!!!"

waving,

smiling,
leaning and turning from side the side.

happy as little clams.
i was so happy they were happy.
and not scared.

i could see sean and chase waving at me from the ground,

and i know sean could see how big my eyes were

{b/c he told me after that he could}.

and max told me she wasn't scared and didn't need to hold my hand,

but then i convinced her that she should.

{b/c i needed to hold hers. for me.}

and i kept thinking,

nobody move,

hold on,

and how on earth could this bar and seat belt be enough to hold us in?!?
and i was for sure we would tip upside down any minute.

and then we flew around two or three times in a row, 

and it wasn't so bad anymore, 

and then it was over.

and i'm pretty sure i don't ever want to go on a ferris wheel ever again.

unless i know i won't have to stop at the tippy top.

but the kids loved it.

barf!

 at the tippy top.

don't let our smiles fool you.

we are just a smiling people.

 it's just not a ferris wheel ride without a smooch while you're going round and round.

 

it is SO not going there,

but i might be able to be convinced to leave it until something breaks.

or until someone breaks blood on their forehead from the other wall's corner.

{picking up the rebound is risky business around here!}

b/c truth be told,

it's kind of fun to shoot hoops from the breakfast table.

happy monday:)