Wings and Waves is not only the name of a really cool indoor waterpark (attached to an aviation museum no less)…but doesn’t it just perfectly sum up the toddler years? Sometimes we’re soaring on wings of joy and sometimes we’re riding the waves of toddler tantrums. Last week we were riding the crest and testing our wings in the Freckles/Rocko/Dunk household. Dunk had a great week! Rocko unfortunately got scheduled for a last minute business trip and had to leave for Cincinnati with less than 24 hours notice. While Papa jetted off into the friendly skies last Wednesday, Dunk and I had one of those really great mama/baby days that seem to happen so infrequently now that toddlerhood has reared its ugly head. We spent the morning just doing chores around the house, but Dunk got to help quite a bit…and in a rare turn of events, he was actually quite helpful! (Isn’t it funny how most of the time toddler “helping” can turn everything into a hours long project?) We also attended our first tumble and dance class offered at a nearby studio. Dunk loved it and participated fully…another rarity around here. After dance class, we spent some time at the park and then came home in time for our grocery delivery and to eat lunch and take a nap. That night I also got a night out for a co-op executive meeting (no kids) at a local bar. Sure, there was business to do, but also lots of chit chat…and wine! The new babysitter was a hit and Dunk went to bed just a little bit later than normal, but well tired out from a full day of activity. The best part of all this was NO TANTRUMS. We actually managed to string together a whole bunch of days that were stress free (at least until Monday’s double meltdown…but that’s a story for another day).
So what’s with my reference to Wings and Waves? Well, Rocko’s trip got extended into Saturday and I had already rented a car for the weekend in order to get some errands done, so Dunk and I headed off to the waterpark on a dreary, rainy, Portland kind of day. The park was great, albeit a better fit for a slightly older crowd (maybe preschool age and up). There was still plenty for Dunk and I to do, but I’m not sure the adult admission price of $30 pp was fully justified in our case. There is a giant wave pool and an activity pool for general swimming and playing, as well as a pretty cool play structure, complete with valves and hoses and lots of interactive water features to play with. Unfortunately, the structure also had a giant bucket at the top that periodically dumped a wall of water on unsuspecting heads (Dunk was NOT a fan). Finally, there are a number of large slides appropriate for older kids and a few small slides for the 2-4 yr old set. Dunk takes after his father and was entranced with the video game arcade…it’s hard to convince him that he needs just a few more years before he’ll be able to play those games. My only mistake of the day was stopping at McDonald’s for a treat (mostly for myself)…Dunk got sucked into the morass that is the McDonald’s Playland – a pit of screaming kids, germ-infested and unsuitable for toddlers. But there he was climbing his way into the tree house while I’m yelling at him “be careful” and “time to go home”. Dunk has truly perfected the art of selective hearing…funny how every other kid and parent could hear me, but he was oblivious. I learned my lesson…no more toddler trips to MickeyDees.
However, after a mostly fun-filled week with Dunk, I think my favorite part was picking up Rocko at the airport on Saturday night and listening to him catch up with Dunk. My heart just melted as Dunk asked Papa, “Did you have a good trip?” and seeing that little head tucked into Rocko’s shoulder as he said, “I’m so glad you’re home, Papa. I missed you.” <Happy sigh>…it’s good to be a family.










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