As all things must surely have to end

I haven't felt much like blogging lately. It's not that I've been much busier than usual, I just haven't felt like sharing. Or I have felt that I've been sharing all the wrong things. I'm not sure. I've been writing here for six years next week (six years since I saw those two pink lines that would change everything--an eternity!). I don't think I want to stop writing--I'd just like to maybe change things a little. A little more of me thrown in with the boys. A little less of the day to day, a little more of something else I haven't figured out yet. I'll keep trying.

Mike has a post up about old rides at Waldameer, and a lot of people have been sharing their memories of the park. I love it there--I don't think I've missed a summer yet, and even though it's not quite as exciting as when I was small, I still enjoy it. There's something so funny about watching my son ride the same kiddie rides I loved as a child (especially the cars that go "eheheheheh").

I made Evan go into the Pirate's Cove with me when we were there Sunday, and it about made him wet his pants. I guess he wasn't quite ready--I told him it was kind of like a maze, but he told me that it was "scary and there are weird noises in there". We're going to Waldameer again this Sunday for the Hamot NICU reunion, but I don't think we'll be going in the Pirate's Cove again, or the Whacky Shack either. This is a shame, because I always liked those two rides. And they are included in the "rides that don't spin" category, which are the only things I can manage anymore. Even the Paratrooper makes me a little woozy now, which is a real pisser because that thing is fun.