My daughter’s dance competition (mentioned yesterday) was a 4 hour drive to St. George, Utah. My husband could not believe that I agreed to drive so far for my 7-year-old, but he, thankfully, consented to watch my younger boys so I could take the dancer and her 5-year-old sister, Evie, on the trip.
The dance competition was exciting for Dani, but I thought Evie might actually collapse of boredom. She kept flopping on my lap like a caught fish. This was my first trip away from any of my kids, so I was just elated to take an intermission from my beloved, but demanding, baby and toddler.
After the competition, I wanted to take my daughters to a unique park I had read about. Dani was exceptionally unenthusiastic. She wanted to play with a friend at the hotel and could not fathom that a park would be more fun. She was wrong. Both my girls loved climbing the rocks and said Pioneer Park was more fun than Disneyland!
They were sad to go, but settled for the next best thing, bed leaping.