At Seven Peaks Waterpark!!
The forecast on Riggins’s birthday was not very pretty. We drove from our house to Seven Peaks in a flash flood with hopes that the sun would pull through as promised on the weather app. Rigg was zonked out by the time we got to the freeway. Jon carried all the decorations to set up while I let Rigg sleep for an extra minute (and paint my toenails) + watched it start to hail. Hail, really? HAIL. There aren’t very many weekend left in summer to reschedule it for, so as long as they weren’t going to close the pools for lightening, the party was going on – – – rain or shine! AND it did. Rigg woke up, the sun shined extra bright, I smeared nine out of ten of my toenails + we pretty much had Seven Peaks all to ourselves.
Ever since we snagged our Pass of All Passes at Seven Peaks on the 24th of July, we’ve spent a big chunk of our time there. We have seriously enjoyed it! But being able to go there with more of our favorite people + celebrate all things Riggins just sealed the deal for us – – – Seven Peaks is the best discovery we’ve made for summer of 2015! Jonah has been begging to have his birthday party there too + I don’t blame him for a second.
Rigg’s element — swimming pool, a place to run around, family, donuts, yellow, creamies + hulk smash. Seven Peaks just made sense. I have a tendancy to go over the top on birthday’s, but we kept things super simple for his party this year. Soda pop + pizza from the snack shack, donuts from Branbury Cross + a little goodie bag filled with Rigg’s favorite things for his pals. {silly string, ice cream popper top thing-a-ma-bobs, nerds, crayons + a picture from jonah}
Jonah trying out Rigg’s new duds. HULK SMASHHHHH forever. Chad’s such a good sport.
Each guest got a tube + each family a can of silly string. The water on the blue slide was FREEEEEEEEEZZZZZING, but the wave pool made up for it! Rigg got the hiccups during our silly string war. Hulk with hiccups, you do the math! 🙂 Cutest little grunts of my life!
My friend Beth painted this portrait of Roo. Can you even believe it?! I mean, she even nailed the way he slunches over his shoulders just right. I can barely draw a legible stick figure in Primary for hang man. This portrait means the world to me. I can’t look at it without crying. I’ll always be able to look back on Rigg’s little mannerisms with such fondness + remember the way he squealed “Das a Riggy! Das A Riggy!!!!!” each time he saw it.
Neat to be loved by such helpful, supportive people who love our kids as much as we do. I’ve always believed that motherhood takes a village, but I also believe that birthday parties take a village – – – plus one. Kidding. Kind of. Kind of not! Happy Birthday Rooster Boy! You are very very loved!
