The Good Days are Good

Have I mentioned that I love age 2? Because, man. Every day is a great day with Mila, even the days that aren't. Two is the age that is all about telling it like it is. When Mila is miserable, she puts it on display. When she's happy, that gets displayed as well, but she can't stand to feel things alone. Mila always takes you with her.

Mila is absolutely playing it cool in that photo, but when that little car hit the curve and spun her around, she giggled with glee. Then she would hit a straight-away and turn all serious again, only to be all of the happy when it came time to spin again.

I could watch her discover that rides are fun for hours.

Which, for the record, I did. Somehow I was the kind of crazy that purposely takes four ten-year olds to an amusement park. But we're not talking about just any ten-year olds - we're talking about Alexis and her friends. They're all basically incapable of doing anything bad, so they can be trusted in all sorts of situations. I mean, if you were to do the marshmallow test with any one of them, the marshmallows would still be there. Guaranteed.

I'm pretty sure the fact that all of the girls are so ridiculously good is the reason another mom volunteered to go with the crew to Kennywood. She gets fifty gold stars for accompanying me as I let the big kids run around like fools, especially because she took on full responsibility for them a few times so Mila could visit Kiddieland.

While the big girls took on giant coasters, Mila took on Lil' Phantom and the Kiddieland Whip. Over and over. Which, thank goodness. At some point in recent history, Kennywood changed the height rules in Kiddieland. Mila is about a foot too short to ride most everything. Fortunately, she will ride the Whip 40 consecutive times, if given the opportunity.

Mila will probably be tall enough for the swings in Kiddieland at about the same time she is starting kindergarten. When that day comes, she's going to be the kind of happy that adds years to your life.