This was supposed to be a post on the rest of our trip to Frankenmuth...but, as it turns out, the town was very underwhelming. We expected more Christmas lights and more going on.
Luckily, we picked to stay at the water park hotel. Best. Decision. Ever.
Molly hasn't really been swimming since the summer - cousin Jen's house and up north. Both of which she wasn't all that excited about.
She went bonkers at the water park. She called it "bath" - no matter how much we told her it was a "pool". The closest was got was her saying "poo bath". Every time we left the park she would repeat over and over, "more bath".
We started small, letting her splash around in the zero depth and play in the squirters.
Then, we thought we'd let her try the little water slide. The initial plan was for Ryan to go down with her. Of course, this was against the rules...so we just let her go alone...with me at the bottom to catch.
We didn't get her first slide on tape but these are some we took later once we knew she could handle it. So these are slides 1,092,774 and 1,092,836 - give or take.
Then we were all like...."hmmm, she seemed to really like that, maybe she could go down the BIG one?"
This one she could (and obviously should) go down with Dada.
Her first trip down:
She LOVED it.
From the first slide on, there was no stopping her.
She was a wild water park animal.
"More! More!" she yelled as she ran through the water to get from the bottom of the slide to the stairs to climb back up.
The hardest part was making her leave.
No matter how much warning we gave her that it was almost time to go. No matter how long we'd been there.
She was never ready to get out of the bath.
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| If looks could kill right? Dead. I'd be dead. |
I think she was pretty proud of herself too.
I hope she's not too disappointed when "bath" goes back to meaning "playing in three inches of water contained in a bathtub with a measly one spout of water".
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