Then in between everything else, we went to Oaks Park one of the oldest amusement parks in Oregon.
Here is just a teeny bit of a very busy weekend with six and four year old boys! And all I can say is, Grandma's pooped!
but not four year old Blake!
or six year old Cole
or fifty seven year old Papa...he went on every single ride those little boys wanted to go on!
Grandma said no thanks to this one or she would have been the Screaming Eagle!
and she also said no to this one...
she needed to man this bench instead (someone had to do it!)
and no to this one too...
Unfortunately I said yes to this one below.
This smile was before the ride started and that was only because I thought it was like the "Teacups" in Disneyland...NOT! I was sure the thing was going to shoot me to the moon!
I skipped this torturous contraption too...but not Iron man Papa and those two little boys!
but alas, they had this darling little choo-choo train that grandma really liked:)
but Papa and the boys thought it was b-o-r-i-n-g!
grandma liked the shady roof and slow, rocking motion of about 3 miles per hour:)
but as soon as that train stopped, those boys (all three of them!) were off like lightning...
to the Scrambler...
Again I sat here and took pictures from the sidelines...
And when the day was done, grandma collapsed and Papa and the boys asked when we get to go again!
As busy as the weekend was and as crazy and hectic as it seemed, we loved every second of having those two darling grandsons here for the weekend and I wouldn't trade it for the world...well maybe the overwhelming sense of nausea I had from the rides...that I could trade:)