We just returned from an overnight stay at the Wisconsin Dells. This is the 2nd time we've been there, both times staying at the Kalahari Water Park. A couple of years ago, we went up with my two brothers and their families, and while Frederic and Lily were a bit young for most of the attractions, we had fun.
This time, we went up with our friends from Japan who are living in the States for an undefined period of time. They have two boys, one who is three days younger than Frederic, and the other who will be five this month. Our kids all get along great and the nice thing is, so do the parents.
The Dells can be a fun place to escape during the winter months. The Kalahari has a huge indoor water park, and a lot of other activities to enjoy (we didn't do any of the other stuff, but we were informed of the existence of said activities nonetheless). You can reserve condos at the Kalahari, which is a great way to go. There is a full kitchen, flat screen TV's, separate bedrooms for each family. We brought our own food to make dinner, stocked up on beer and wine, and while the kids watched a movie, the adults talked and played games. I was teaching our friends how to play blackjack.
Water parks are something I never really experienced growing up. My mother was (and still is) deathly afraid of the water, so excursions such as this were never planned. One thing I've learned is that splashing through tunnels of water over and over again is tiring. Tiring on this body, at least. I'm not sure if it was the attempt at surfing that beat me up so much, or if it was the Master Blaster over and over again that did me in. I try to stay pretty active in my life, but boy am I wiped.
On our last trip up the three flights of stairs, I wondered to myself what Frederic and Lily will be like when they are each 39 years old, respectively. When Frederic is my age, I will be the age my father was when he died. When Lily is my age, I'll be 71. It's somewhat hard to imagine what we will all be like in 30 years, but I am hoping that the kids will continue traditions like going with each other and their families to water parks. I hope that the kids grow up to have solid relationships with not only their family, but with friends, like Cyndi and I do.
When I was in college, I wondered what my father was like as a young adult. I suspect all children are like that with their parents; curious about their younger years.
As I slowly get up to finish the final pages of "The Wizard of Oz," I am thankful for a nice weekend away. The kids always like to define trips away as vacations. It helps them express the uniqueness of the event.
Unique, that's another thing I hope for them.
This time, we went up with our friends from Japan who are living in the States for an undefined period of time. They have two boys, one who is three days younger than Frederic, and the other who will be five this month. Our kids all get along great and the nice thing is, so do the parents.
The Dells can be a fun place to escape during the winter months. The Kalahari has a huge indoor water park, and a lot of other activities to enjoy (we didn't do any of the other stuff, but we were informed of the existence of said activities nonetheless). You can reserve condos at the Kalahari, which is a great way to go. There is a full kitchen, flat screen TV's, separate bedrooms for each family. We brought our own food to make dinner, stocked up on beer and wine, and while the kids watched a movie, the adults talked and played games. I was teaching our friends how to play blackjack.
Water parks are something I never really experienced growing up. My mother was (and still is) deathly afraid of the water, so excursions such as this were never planned. One thing I've learned is that splashing through tunnels of water over and over again is tiring. Tiring on this body, at least. I'm not sure if it was the attempt at surfing that beat me up so much, or if it was the Master Blaster over and over again that did me in. I try to stay pretty active in my life, but boy am I wiped.
On our last trip up the three flights of stairs, I wondered to myself what Frederic and Lily will be like when they are each 39 years old, respectively. When Frederic is my age, I will be the age my father was when he died. When Lily is my age, I'll be 71. It's somewhat hard to imagine what we will all be like in 30 years, but I am hoping that the kids will continue traditions like going with each other and their families to water parks. I hope that the kids grow up to have solid relationships with not only their family, but with friends, like Cyndi and I do.
When I was in college, I wondered what my father was like as a young adult. I suspect all children are like that with their parents; curious about their younger years.
As I slowly get up to finish the final pages of "The Wizard of Oz," I am thankful for a nice weekend away. The kids always like to define trips away as vacations. It helps them express the uniqueness of the event.
Unique, that's another thing I hope for them.
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