Still going through pics from the road trip… I can’t possibly visually recap the experience without touching on the niece and nephew.
This particular trip north was noteworthy because Kevin’s mom, sister (and family) went camping mere minutes from Chad’s folks – so both clans got to meet each-other.
It all went just fine – and Kevin’s niece and Chad’s nephew hit it off great… almost like too great…
I accused their parents of projecting on them since both sides have been making arranged marriage jokes since both these toddlers were still in the oven.
One of the days up there was spent at a modestly-scaled, (yet really cute) amusement park called Idle Wild.
Cedar-Point thrill-seeking junkies would find the park remedial – but for small-ones it’s great. And – it – and… well… without a doubt – it “was” all about little Chase and Jessie…. Didn’t take a psychologist to figure out that one… Just ask the proud father turned strange digital documentary creature with the camera and camcorder simultaneously stuck to his head.
By Hour 2 in the park:
This place was toddler central.. I mean wall-to-wall… I caught myself looking around at all these parents who had to be my age if not a tad younger with all these children in tow…. These little people… I started thinking – “wow – that’s so cool – these are the people who are going to be populating, (and running), the earth in a few decades..” And then I thought about the deep relevance of that… immortality through genetic code.. yadie yadie yadie yadie yadie… and wound up getting kinda glum and depressed because we can’t do that…. glum transcended into gut wrenching guilt over leaving my parents grandchildless… and yes.. I’m the end of the family line… our side of the tree at least… (insert Morrissey song here).
By Hour 11 in the park:
Kids are great and everything – but ya want to know something? They’re also exhausting, bottomless pits of thankless attention.Mankind will survive, (or self-annihilate) just fine without my code mingling in the pool.
So hats off to all ya out there that are like breeding and stuff – you’re made of amazing stuff… but I think I can comfortably put the whole concept of having kids in the same category as New York: “Great place to visit – but I wouldn’t want to live there”.
(Thank goodness Andrew is 9.)
I’m not blogging… (or breeding).