We headed down to Southern California last week and stopped in Vegas long enough to let Andrew ride the Big Shot and other rides at the top of the stratosphere. We were going to CA to attend a surprise birthday party for my Grandma, so my Dad and Rebecca were driving a couple of hours ahead of us (my mom had flown down earlier since she didn't have a work schedule to consider). Rebecca and Dad waited in Vegas for us so that Andrew could ride with my sister. Although I am a fan of rollercoasters, I have a weird aversion to the Big Shot type rides. Couple that with a slight fear of heights, and there is NO WAY you are about to get me up there riding this thing. We figured stopping in Vegas on this trip was providing Andrew a rare opportunity to have someone who would ride with him!
I did something I rarely do - I gave up my camera. I allowed it out of my sight, and more dramatically away from where my children would be playing for a couple of rare hours in Las Vegas. This was done with the strict instruction that Andrew take the camera and gets lots of pictures documenting his fun experience on the rides. Rebecca was going to be up there with him so she would be able to snap whatever shots they wanted.
My beautiful plan was ignored, however. I got nothing of the boys that whole day, and, in the mean time, Andrew returned with about 10 pictures of my sister and ONE picture of himself. Yeah... I was a little miffed...
No way -- they did those? Ash and I were looking up there thinking, "Those people must be totally crazy." So how was it? Were they scared to death??? I mean, they obviously survived, but aaaaa! Must've been terrifying!
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