Playdome

After putting in my hours this morning, I decided to take the kidlet downtown to go on some rides at the Playdome thing they had set up at BC Place.  Dean and I went years ago and thought it was pretty lame then, but the website showed a bunch of kiddie rides that I knew (or hoped) that the kidlet would like and as I've kept her cooped up all week, it was high time we ventured out.

So we hopped on a bus which took us to Skytrain then hopped on Skytrain to downtown Vancouver then walked the two blocks to BC Place.  I didn't bother getting a ride pass for me, so I got her one and paid the 'guest pass' fee for me.

She had a great time.  You'd think, since we recently returned from the wonder that is Disney, she would have thought that all the kiddie rides were lame, but apparently not.  Even the most simple rides, the ones that just went around in circles without going up or down or anything, she liked.  Her favourites were the mini-coaster (really mini but she squealed the whole time and even raised her arms up once or twice before grabbing onto the bar again for dear life) and the fish ride that just went around in circles and up and down, but went really fast.

She also liked the big climbing thing - had a rope net, bouncy slide, shaky bridges and a giant covered slide, all of which she went on a few times.  It took a while for her to get the courage to cross the shaky bridges and she was passed several times by the bigger kids, holding on while she waited for them to get off, then sauntering as unshakily (I know it's not a word but whatever) as possible over to the other side.

We shared a caramel apple (okay, I ate most of it) and before we left, I grabbed us a dozen mini-donuts and a strawberry kiwi juice.  Yummy.  The kidlet had a couple, and a couple sips of juice and that was it.  So guess who ate most of them?  Uh-huh.  Burrrrp.

After three hours, we were both pretty pooped and quiet the whole way back home.  We timed the bus just right (yay), so went right from Skytrain onto the bus and home.  Well, I had to piggyback her up the hill for a couple blocks to the house, but I needed to burn off all those calories anyways.

I made hamburgers for dinner and the kidlet didn't like the bun for some reason, and only ate a tiny bite of the actual beef.  While I was doing the dishes, she came up with her mouth full saying she couldn't finish chewing it and wanted to spit it out.  So she spit it out in the garbage under the sink, then gagged.  Then gagged again.  Then

SPLOOSH

SPLATTER

WHOOSH

All down the cupboards, all over the floor.  Strawberry-coloured vomit with little chunks of mini donuts (hope you're not eating - ha ha ha!).  A little too much sugar and not enough substance, perhaps?  Or maybe she's still got a bit of whatever bug has been hanging on around here because she hasn't been eating much lately.  Anyways, into the bath she went and away I went mopping up all the goo then Windexing everything to try and get the smell away.  And washing our clothes.  And I can STILL smell it on my hands - what's with that?

She was fine in and after the bath, then she watched me play the Wii for a bit (where I kicked butt!  I think I'm getting the hang of this thing!  Who said you can't teach an old dog new tricks?) then we played in her room until almost bedtime.  She kept saying she wasn't tired, she wasn't sleepy at all, yet I never heard a peep out of her after I left her room.

So next time, I think we'll stay away from the sweets.  Well, ONE wouldn't hurt....

Comments

[Rachel]

Aww... well it sounds like you at least had a fun time pre-vomit :O)

And I just had to comment because if it doesn't sum up childhood perfectly "she spit it out in the garbage can under the sink"... and then she vomited on the floor...

Don't you just love kids! *wink*