When Nostalgia Makes Decisions

I'm going to make a very dogmatic statement here so don't be offended: the childhood of every honest-to-goodness Central Texan should include Schlitterbahn.  Ranked one of the world's best water parks, its acres of splishy-splashy fun make it live up to its slogan of "The Hottest Coolest Time in Texas."  Floating in the lazy river on a giant crocodile, enjoying a picnic lunch in the shade, tramping around the park with your friends like you own the place, attempting to meet boys (emphasis on attempting), braving the tallest water slides...fun times had by all, children, tweens, and adults alike.

So when you let nostalgia like that make decisions for you, you end up bringing your one-month old son to a water park.  Now that could have resulted in an abysmal failure or a most fabulous day.

Thanks to the sleeping skills of wee Hudson, the latter proved to be true.  (Plus I had an excuse to put him in his whale swimsuit, even though not one inch of him touched the water.)

With Mark & Valerie in town, we had a 1:2 child to adult ratio and figured we could make it work.  And if you recall Sam's love affair with all things water, you'll understand why it was worth it to try.  

But he definitely wasn't the only buddy that had a delectable time. 

The biggest concern was whether or not skipping nap time would result in sudden & total meltdown.  But the charms of Schlitterbahn put that fear to rest.  Apparently, inner-tubes have more than one use.

Going...

Going...

Gone...

So we took a gamble with a newborn and came out on top.  On top of a crocodile that is!