Six Flags

Last night we dropped the baby at Sister’s house and jaunted off to Six Flags for some big boy fun!!

We braved Thunder River.  And it won.

We ogled the Batmobile.  (Do you just adore the skull hoodie the PCP chose at Old Navy?  Makes me all the happier that I took full advantage of the days of shortalls and button ons.)

And won a gigantic snake, now named Ian (where does he come up with this stuff?), at a carnival game.

We drank ice cold shots of Coca-Cola in a igloo where it was snowing inside.

And took the Mine Train like old pros.

We screamed on the Scream Machine, raced the bumper cars and more than our minds were bent on the Mind Bender.  And little John was fast alseep in the car before we even hit the highway.

We’ve been to mass and now the boys have changed into their Falcons’ jerseys and retreated to the basement.  It’s so quiet upstairs I could almost nap!
xoxo