We had a slam packed weekend and I haven’t had much time to sit and write anything out. There are some good stories and one involves diapers and boating.
We went to Discovery Park of America. Always a good time. We went up in a really tall tower where I faced my one true fear.
I can see our car from here!
No, not heights.
Spawn of Satan under the glass floor. If it fell through I would have a fifty-fifty chance of dying from the impact.
Wasps.
Then we went inside to the space section and I had an interesting thought. This golden plate was attached to the Voyager probe in case aliens ever discover it so they can know where it came from and who we are. I think it was a little short sighted though.
Does anyone else think this look like someone walked in on the whitest couple in America having sex?
What about the obesity epidemic or the fact that every person they will ever encounter has clothes. This will be helpful if they land at a friendly nudist colony. For true accuracy I think the figures needed to be in utility clothing and holding some sort of weaponry.
The outdoor portion of the Discovery Park had an old firehouse and one of my other deeply held fears presented itself.
Get off the pole! Quit smiling like that!
They looked entirely too comfortable thinking about swinging from that thing.
THE RIVER
We spent the next day at the Tennessee River which has rock layers that contain lots and lots of fossils. One of our favorite things to do is look for cool plants and animals in the rock. Jane found a Trilobite almost immediately.
Trilobite Imprint
We had a pretty good haul at the end if the day.
Corals, a shell, and a volcanic rock.
The weekend was an awesome break from the newly established school routine.
I hope everyone had a good holiday. Back to the regular stuff later this week!
-Underdaddy
Underdaddy 
Love the rocks! And the pole dancing… oh well, nowadays you can actually claim it’s a workout, so don’t worry 😉
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True trye
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Way way cool! And amusing I must say…
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I love it, love it, love it.
I hate wasps. With a passion like an unending light of 2,000 fiery suns in a midnight sun. Wasps. No.
YOU HAVE ONE JOB AND THAT IS TO KEEP YOUR DAUGHTERS OFF THE POLE. Except that now it’s like jazzercise was during the 80s, so your job has gotten complicated and stupid. Keep those girls happy, take them on adventures with rocks, and prehistoric creatures and yes, maybe swinging and singing on a pole. Just keep them clothed and it’s all good 😉
I love how you handle your life. I wish that I were so (seemingly?) elegant with my boys.
My wife can handle herself, so there’s that…
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As long as one of you can handle you are cool. My zest for life has been crushed on the inside so I look calm but it’s more unresponsive.
I’m glad to hear you share my passion against wasps. They are little assholes with sword shaped wings. Hate them!
The pole could be an issue, the third child would do it for spite, the fourth because “weee this is fun” ugh.
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Were they singing “Wrecking Ball” whilst twirling around the pole?
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Not yet but probably because they were too busy laughing at me.
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For a man with four little, you sure are sensitive about the subject of swinging on poles.
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Its like watching a slow motion train crash while thinking “Don’t be a stripper, dont be a stripper, dont be a stripper” It is one of my parenting goals.
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