Getting to “THE POINT!” August 7, 2008
Posted by Emily in : Daily Life, Family, Little Man Dallin, Photography, Princess Hannah, Saba, Utah , trackbackIt is “two dollar Tuesday” at Thanksgiving Point (per person, per venue) through the month of August. We decided to take advantage of this great deal (normally, the venues are $15 per person) and left the house early on Tuesday to have some fun.
Let me clarify the term “early” when it comes to my family with two small kids. Leaving the house before 1:00 in the afternoon is considered early. I’m not kidding. You would think that our early alarm clocks (well, Dallin is an alarm clock that goes off religiously throughout the night and especially the early morning) would get our butts out of bed and moving, but let’s face it, we’re slow moving parents.
So, now you can imagine the turbo speed our lives were thrown into when we decided to be at Thanksgiving Point when it opened at 10:00 A.M. Hannah was COMPLETELY WOUND UP and WIRED yelling “THE POINT! LET’S GO TO THE POINT!” As if she even knew what “The Point” was . . .
I rushed around the house, packing everything we needed, or might need, for a toddler and a newborn for several hours. You know, thinks like the washer, dryer and kitchen sink to name a few. By the time we got into the car, WE WERE ALL WIRED.
Dallin was screaming his guts out, and Hannah was yelling “THE POINT!” I was rolling around in the front seat while I tried to shave my legs (with an electric razor of course) in the six inches of allotted space between my knees and the dashboard, while David took a deep breath and turned up the classical music in the car to drown out the crying.
Why do we go anywhere?
As we pulled out of the driveway, Hannah stopped yelling “THE POINT!” and started sympathy crying because Dallin was crying so hard. WE ALL WANTED TO CRY. David reached his hand into the backseat and stuck his finger in Dallin’s mouth (the binkie was lost in the car seat, and Hannah couldn’t reach it) and asked me to shift.
Remember how I was shaving my legs? Since I am the MASTER OF MULTI-TASKING . . . I shifted with my left hand (not awkward or anything) and shaved with my right hand. In between “shift commands” from David (Second gear now! No! That’s fourth! I need SECOND GEAR! Whatever. Do I look like a left handed shifter?) all I could think about was getting the two day nasty leg hair growth off my legs in the 20 minute car ride. What if someone saw me with HAIRY LEGS? I could possibly be confused as a tree hugger, and honestly, that’s not exactly the image I shoot for.
David’s patience was completely taxed (maybe it was because he only had three hours of sleep the night before because HE HAD TO STAY UP ALL NIGHT AND READ THE LAST TWILIGHT BOOK. Maybe that’s why. I mean, I’m not trying to point fingers here and say, Hey, you chose to be tired and ornery. I’m just not one to to point out the obvious to my spouse.) and he looked at me and said, “WHY ARE WE GOING ANYWHERE WITH SCREAMING KIDS?”
Obviously, because I said so. And everyone knows that moms call the shots. 
Thank heavens, 20 minutes was enough time to shave and I arrived with silky soft legs. (Not that anyone besides me noticed) And Dallin FINALLY stopped crying. Which meant that Hannah stopped her sympathy crying. Really, I think we should have a moment of silence to recognize the moment of silence.
We decided to attend the gardens (we’ll do the museum and the petting zoo anther week, if I can convince David the kids won’t cry all the way there) and they were beautiful. It was totally worth the crazy crying, rushing around, and frustration to get there.
I took entirely too many photos, but I couldn’t stop. It was like Saba, everywhere I looked, there was something else to take a picture of! This post is a little heavy on the pictures, but the gardens were so beautiful. Check them out:
Hannah, the little follower. Always one step behind.
The Roman gardens
Our cute little Hannah Bear, checking out the fish below in the water.
The lily pond. It reminded me of the park on Saba.
Hannah ran, and ran. She covered three times as much ground as we did.
Emily, Hannah, Dallin (yes, he actually was there although this picture is the only evidence) and David
Hannah and Grandma Gloria
Hannah and Grandpa Dennis
Hannah in the secret garden . . .
The entrance to the secret garden
Hannah acting as gate keeper at the entrance
The Italian gardens
For such a crazy start to our day, it ended up being so calm and serene. Dallin slept the entire day (yeah, I knew he and I were going to have a party staying up all night after all that sleep) and Hannah loved exploring as much as we enjoyed walking and looking. We will certainly go back.
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I’m glad to hear that you have your priorities in order and that you risked ruining the transmission for the sake of smooth legs (I don’t really know if it would ruin the transmission, that was for dramatic effect). If it makes you feel better, I would have noticed your nice, silky legs.
When I grow up…. I want your sense of humor. I love how you look on the bright side of everything. I miss you. I wish we could have spent more time together on Saba.
I have never been to the gardens. We are going next time we visit Utah. They are beautiful. I love the pictures you took. Absolutly amazing. I am going to cirect my sister to your blog, and convince her to have her engagement pics taken there.
What fun! But what craziness! I love it. Glad you guys had a fun time!
Emily
I’m glad you enjoy reading my blog! We should have hung out more . . . too bad our time on Saba didn’t overlap more. The gardens are beautiful, and would be a perfect place for engagement or bridal photos.
Pam, I can always count on your to understand. Anything for beauty, right?
Gorgeous pictures! Glad you got the legs shaved – Jimmy enjoys it when I try to put mascara on in the car… he usually decides to test the shocks at that point…
Glad to hear you are doing well – Dallin is just a cutie and Hannah is growing leaps and bounds!
We send our love!