There is an amusement park in San Antonio called Morgan's Wonderland.
It is specifically designed for people with disabilities. Every area and every ride can accommodate those in wheelchairs.
We went yesterday to check it out.
Wyatt and Wolf had fun.
Heather had no fun at all. :)
We went on the train twice. Once with Max (who moments after this shot was taken screamed for his life. He just couldn't handle the train) and once without Max (Cathy took him off to look at something a little quieter).
All the play areas were padded. I wish Wolf's whole world was. He sure loved it.
They had these huge....dongy things. What are those called, Randy? Big pipes you hit with rubber mallets. All different shapes and sizes. Man was that cool.
Then of course we had pickles and hot dogs. Wolfgang immediately dropped his hot dog on the ground so Cathy gave him hers. Thank you Caffy.
I think we're finally getting used to each other. :)
It started out this morning with Wolfgang tripping and ramming his enormous head, backed by the weight of his body, into my face. My mouth was full of blood and I'm not sure if it was because I bit off a little piece of my tongue, or because my nose was smashed into oblivion.
That was more than 12 hours ago and my whole face is still throbbing. But the swelling in my nose went down, so nothings broken.
The poor Wolf grabbed my head (as I grabbed my face) and he cried and yelled, "Solly Mommy! Solly!"
Its not an easy task to comfort him when I'm not sure I still have my front teeth.
But I did. Because I love him with all my Mommy heart.
Tonight I went out the door to work right after the munchkins went down at 8.
We're bringing in a bunch of new furniture tomorrow so I moved things around in preparation.
I moved a large hutch and buffet. And a bed. And 3 dining tables. And 7 sofas. And about a thousand odds and ends. That just about did me in. When I got home and walked in the door, Max was screaming so I went and fed him.
I. Am. Exhausted.
But I get to raise these guys.
And it is worth anything I have to give.
Even if that means dragging a Queen-sized bed all the way across a showroom floor (one foot at a time, sitting on the floor and pulling with all my might. Its not pretty. Glad I didn't have witnesses)