worlds of fun

Part II of our trip to Kansas City! Where were we?!

Ah yes.

Worlds of Fun.

I was going to say literal worlds of fun but didn't want the literal definition snobs to come at me. So! figurative worlds of fun is more fitting (but less fun) I suppose.

But, really. Worlds of Fun was super fun and I didn't even ride any rides (shockingly - suppress that lol). We had a limited amount of post-nap/pre-dinner time but we made the most of it and even with the perfect Saturday afternoon weather we didn't have to wait in any lines in Planet Snoopy (the dedicated kid area).

I'm fairly certain that Julia died and ascended straight to heaven because the girl loves a good ride.

while the boys ...

didn't even dare risk riding so much as the merry-go-round.

No, Theo marched right up to the (very tame) kiddy "roller coaster" and got himself all set in one of the cars and insisted and insisted and insisted and insisted that he wanted to ride it with Simon and I'll spare you the after photos but .... he might have a touch of ride PTSD for years to come because he was not happy afterwards.

But Julia was unfazed and kept on keeping on ...

and the fiesta funions ...

did not.

Actually, Sebastian finally warmed to the idea of hitting up the race cars .... much to Julia's delight ...

.... but the thrill seeker couldn't ignore the siren song of a thrill for long ...

and then Sebastian caught the bug ...

and before we knew it ... someone had to up the ante and weaseled her way onto the coaster of doom ...

just kidding.

calm down.

Phoebe and I kept our own little excitement party alive with a lengthy trip to the very nice family center where there was a dedicated baby feeding room (not that anyone should ever feel that they can't nurse in public, of course!) with high chairs and rocking chairs and glorious air conditioning and private bathrooms outfitted with clean clean clean changing tables galore. Phoebadora (Simon's new nickname for her which makes sense because it's double the syllabic expenditure) was thrilled with the playroom where she could not stop staring at a gentleman who had worked himself into a frenzy over a reportedly stolen clip-on tail that he had purchased earlier in the day.

"nah brah, it's just a tail. and you're a human."

Checking out the exciting map while I staked out alllllll the different bathrooms on the premises.

Also, in case you didn't notice ... I'm learning to pick my parenting battles because ... socks and sandals a la Julia. Learning.

And lest you think Theo had no fun ... he was super happy to push Phoebadora around and there was a big tented playground where Simon took the older three for a lengthy number of minutes that he had to be dragged out of. Not pictured, I'm sorry.

We were then only about 25 minutes late meeting my brothers and one of their lady friends for some BBQ nevermind that they drove an hour+ to meet us from Atchison. Sorry boys!

But, we were worth the wait.

I'm sure.

(Theo's love language will forever be: getting his photo taken)

Anyway. All in all ... despite Phoebe's life-hating performance she put on in the car on the way home and the stomach bug from satan himself that we contracted the week following it was still a solid weekend that I wouldn't mind repeating once or twice or even thrice. And just as we're getting the hang of traveling as a family of six ... lucky number seven is about to hop (I almost said slide - you were spared) onto the scene. Hopefully he/she is up for a little adventure because we are obviously a family of Carmen Sandiegos in the making.

Obviously.