On Sunday, we went to our friends' daughter's birthday party at Funtown Action Zone. I can't ever remember the actual business name, so I keep making something up when I refer to it: Happy Fun Land, Playtown Crazy Mart, The Place Where Ears Bleed.
It was our first time taking Alli to anything even remotely close to that, so of course I was that crazy mom who took a ridiculous amount of photos.
At one point, Jerry said, "You'd think it was OUR daughter's birthday."
Might as well have been. She had THAT MUCH FUN.
We spent the majority of our time in the toddler play area.
It was somewhat buffered from the 10,000 other screaming children
running, climbing, catapulting and sacrificing their younger siblings.
I was impressed how well she could climb. But once she figured out the
concept of the slide, that was enough motivation to get back back to the top.
And if she thought the little one was fun, I should've been prepared
for the squeal she emitted while careening down the big one. But
getting to it was no easy feat. I had to climb ropes, crawl through
tunnels and try to move my adult-sized butt for the impatient children
trying to get around it. It was like the nightmare of grade school
and my physical ineptitudes on the playground all over again.