Mini-Break

I bet you thought I forgot about our little contest didn’t you?  No, I just wanted to give the last post its deserved time at the top.  It did give me some extra time to decide on a winner, which was needed.  The early leader was Grammy, whose story I really enjoyed…and found the most “believable”,  but she was quickly surpassed  by ShoeShe who came up with a nice (if plagiarized) little novel.  Shoeshe would have won if it were not for the thought of my precious little baby seeing dead people.  Oh, and she won the last contest.  This means she was disqualified.  As was MMiL for submitting her entry late.  Sorry.  So the winner was CAT, with her story about aliens and brain wiping.  Second place is Ang with her tale of fame.  Your prizes will be mailed to you.

The real story?  We were in Branson, Missouri.  To quote Homer Simpson, “Las Vegas if Ned Flanders were in charge.”    The first night we were there we went to a dinosaur “museum”.  Now I have been to dinosaur museums, two of the best in the world (Smithsonian and American Museum of Natural History) and this was not a museum.   We circled the parking lot when we got there because we were unsure if it was even open it was so dead.   We went in and paid WAY too much to see a bunch of rubber statues of dinosaurs.  They had a little screening room that had some show that had been Tivoed from the History channel.  The Son walked through and was “all done” in four minutes.   They had a little area with dinosaur puzzles and while we were sitting around…Elvis walked in.  FFiL and I saw him at the same time.  I grabbed MMiL’s camera, The Son, and went off in search of some blog fodder.  Turns out Elvis is the headliner in a show in Branson called Legends.  I still have no idea why he was at the dinosaur “museum” but he was very nice, looked very much like Elvis, and spoke with a mid-western accent. 

The Son loved the Dinosaur museum and real fossils might have scared him anyway.  Because of this Triceratops he now thinks his book with a Rhinoceros is about Dinosaurs.

Obviously you can not ride the exhibits at the Smithsonian.  Another plus to Branson.

Since we (and Elvis) were the only patrons, he had the play area all to himself.

As we were leaving, we saw the sole employee had blown up the dinosaur bounce house for us.  We bounced for a good half hour.

All of us.  FFiL and I got quite a work out.

The Son was soooo tired after the long drive, a little nap, and the Dinosaur-a-gogo, but not too tired for a heaping  ice cream sundae!  Doesn’t he look like he is about to pass out in his spoon?

The next day we went to Silver Dollar City, which some may call cheesy, and it is, but I LOVE it there!  I could go once a month–no problem.  That night we had tickets to go see the new stage show, Noah: The Musical.  It was….different.  I enjoyed it, and the theater was awesome, it was like we were inside the ark and there were animals, some real, some not, all around us.  Here is a picture of some little boy who sat near us who was very disruptive.  He threw his cup of water, talked loudly saying, “The Son goes ON THE BOAT!”  “Mama, why Noah singin’ ?”, “No, Daddy, NO DADDY, NO! THE SON STAND UP!”  I felt so bad for his parents that I decided to conceal their identity.

There was a whole bus load of women wearing bedazzled sweaters and rhinestone jean jackets wearing their hair like this.   I think they may have been part of an Aquanet cult.  They REALLY liked the show–especially the sequined up Jesus who came out at the end.

Apparently that much hairspray is itchy.

The next day MMiL and FFiL took The Son to ride a train.  He seemed very unimpressed by his train table when we got home after getting to play with this one.

MMiL took this picture, I am hoping through a window.  I assumine she did not let my two year old ride on top of the train.

He obviously found someplace to climb, he always does.

Here he is with the Conductor I guess.  Whoever it is, he has mastered that Clinton thumb.

The next post will tell you what The Husband and I were doing while everyone else was on the train.

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