"Oh What Do You Do In The Winter Time, When All The World Is FREEZING..."

Well, my life long dream of riding one of Santa's Special Holiday Camels didn't come true. But I did climb up on a mechanical horsey ride at Chuck E Cheese. No need to compliment my facial expressions...I am well aware of how lovely I look in these pictures. Q kept her game face on the whole time and didn't look away from the screen.
"Ok Quincy, here we go on the horsey...are you ready?"

Ok, it was a little more wild than I expected it to be. It didn't help that Quincy would push the "jump" button unexpectedly and jerk us into the air. Check out the zombie faces on the two little boys in the background. I gotta get me one of those rides for our living room.
Going to Chuck E Cheese is probably number 3 on the list of Top Ten Things Parents Endure Because They Love Their Children. Number 1 is obviously pregnancy/ childbirth, and Number 2 is changing poopie diapers and cleaning up vomit.


Reese gives the race horse a go. I am incredibly grateful that she chooses the rides, rather than climbing through the hamster-like maze, shown in the picture above her. You know, the tube shaped playground thing that usually has a sweaty kid pressed up against the plexiglas window wiping snot all over it?

How cute is the tiny carousel? It doesn't even come to a complete stop before Quin starts requesting "Mommy, again horsey again. I want again horsey. Monies mommy...pweeeeease?"

Hey...wait a minute...where is Daddy? And where are all the game tokens for the kids?

Busted!

This game brings back memories of our singles ward in Utah, and playing this game in Bishop Johnson's basement when we were dating.

Oh look, he found another one. This one is called Street Hoops and has flashing lights and the basket moves from side to side to distract you.
Just like the courts in da hood.
Here comes "Mack N Cheese"-as my kids call him, straight from the germ infested Rat's Nest Party area and headed straight for our table. Reese climbed down off the horse ride and ran for it, faster than I thought humanly possible.
"That's my girl...you don't let him touch you, Reese. That Chuck E is all hands..."