Dante's Arcade

I went to Fantasyland last night. Now before y'all start snickering to yourselves, know that Fantasyland is a family amusement center, a local version of Chucky Cheese. My friend, whom I love dearly, had her kids' birthday party there and four of my critters were invited. The sheer noise, lights and frenetic energy of the children assaults the senses like a rabid squirrel on Red Bull.

I suppose they call it Fantasyland because The Fourth Circle of Hell would have been too much to put on a neon sign. Don't get me wrong here. I'm not mad at my friend, whom I love dearly, and I'm not upset that we went because the kids had a wonderful time. Let's just say I'm writing this as a public service announcement.

The party part was run by the Fantasyland staff like a well organized military maneuver; out with the pizza! out with the juice! away with the dirty plates! out with the cake! out with the ice cream! clean up! clean up! clean up! tag the kids and release them into the wild gaming area!

Out in the gaming area, my two older ones went off on their own and I walked around with Tater and the Maniac Baby. Our first stop was skeeball. Now among Bo's many talents, he's got killa skeeball skillz. Had he been with us, I'm sure we would have won enough tickets to get the crock pot (only 6,350 tickets!). Alas, these skills were not inherited by Baby. His first throw barely made it up the ramp. So mommy showed him how to put a little more muscle behind it. His next throw bounced off the edge of the game and nearly took out a kid two game tables over. After I sheepishly retrieved the ball, we collected our tickets and moved on to the indoor rides.

The boys chose a rocket ship ride; the kind that spins as the rockets go up about 15 feet into the air. The look of pure delight on Baby's face was a joy to behold until Baby decided to get up on his knees and start fiddling with the seatbelt latch. Fifteen feet up in the air, my kid looks like he's about to parachute out of the jet without the parachute part. Meanwhile the ride operator, Lindsay Lohan I think, was too busy flirting to notice my boy. So there I was trying to yell above the din, "SIT DOWN!!!" and all Baby does is look at me and yell "Hi Momma!" Luckily, the ride ended and God is good.

The next ride Tater wanted to try was the Ferris Wheel. I really don't like those things. Something about being trapped high up in a swinging gondola just doesn't seem right. However, given Baby's theatrics on the previous ride and the rather inattentive staff, there was no way I was going to let Baby and his brother go by themselves. Besides I'm a sucker for Tater's smile. Wouldn't you know as soon as we get on the ride, Tater assumes the airplane crash position and I'm stuck trying to fake calmness AND keep Baby from leaning over the edge and addressing his adoring public. It was one of the rare occasions when I said to myself, "Bo owes me for this."

We moved onto the bumper cars which, thankfully, Baby was too young to ride by himself. Since only two could fit in a car, my friend, whom I love dearly, took Baby in a car with her and I rode in another with Tater. I could have sworn I heard Baby fuss at my friend for not letting him drive.

We spent two hours and I don't know how many tokens in order to earn enough tickets to purchase...Dum Dum lollipops. Not even the big Blow Pops; the Dum Dum ones that are consumed in 4.65 licks (you're surprised I counted?). One mother on line at the prize counter confessed to purchasing 500 tickets for $12 so her son could get the prize he wanted. I think the three inch heels she was wearing explained why she didn't want to spend the time to earn those tickets. A quick calculation taught me that I'd have to spend $152.40 in tokens before I could get the crock pot that normally sells at WalMart for $30. Not that I'm counting. After all, it's the experience right? No wait, it's for the children, right? No, it's for people who are bad at math.

After what felt like more than a night in Vegas, we left. I could only imagine what I looked like when I got home because my oldest, Princess Buttercup took one look at me and said, "Oh Mama, sit down and I'll rub your feet." When I closed my eyes two hours later, I was still hearing the noise and seeing the lights.

This morning, my boy was telling me about the tickets he had earned and what he had purchased. He added, "When we go back, I know exactly what games I'm going to play to get more tickets."

When we go back?!?

*cue Trogg's "Wild Thing" music

Gummi...

...you make my heart sing.

You make everything...

...Groooovy.

Gummi, I think I love you.

But I wanna know for sure...

 Come on, hold me tight.

You move me....

(aww dang, the 8-track broke)

Happy First Birthday Gummi Bear!

Thank You

I want to thank all of you who left a comment on my previous post or on Facebook. Your messages of love and comfort meant a lot to Bo and me. People I haven't even met took time out of their day to send a note of support. We are grateful for the love and support of our family and friends.

Loss

The problem with modern technology is that while it enables us to share happy news with many people in a flash, it's that many more people you have to inform when something goes wrong.

Last Thursday, at a routine ultrasound to assess my due date, it was determined that the baby had died a few weeks ago. There was no heart beat. I was told when a miscarriage happens this early in the pregnancy, it's almost always due to chromosomal abnormalities, meaning the baby was not growing the way it was suppose to so the body shuts down the process on its own. My midwife made it a point to tell me that there was nothing I could have done. Bo and I are heartbroken over this. It is amazing how attached you can become to someone you've never met. And how, even this early in pregnancy, you love the child that doesn't have a cheek big enough to kiss.

I have two requests.

Please do not tell me it's for the best. Perhaps from your view point it is, but for me, losing a child even in utero still hurts.
Please pray for healing.

Thank you.