The Kiddie-Piller and the Toddler

Losing my $10 and the last pack of my Strawberry Bubble Yum, on the dare of how long it would take the kids to have a melt down on our 10 hour drive to Ohio, was totally worth seeing the utter joy in my sons face as he felt the wind in his short blond locks, and the adrenaline rush of flying around on the "Kiddie-piller".....

and snapping the facial expression of the little guy sitting in front of him....priceless....

Watching Noah experience the amazing feeling of being whipped and jostled around at 60 mph..."Kiddie-piller" speed for the first time, made my mushy mommy heart swell with pride.

Watching my little 34 inch peanut standing in line, his little hand holding that of his cousins....I had to admit, I was worried of how he would do...

Would he be scared?

Can they stop the ride if he gets too freaked out?

Am I big enough to tackle the tough as nails looking guy in charge of the thing if he wouldn't stop the ride?

Would my peanut be traumatized for the rest of his life? Having anxiety attacks at the mere thought of a roller coaster?

I stood with my hands on the camera, and my eyes on the cars as they made the first slow...

in retrospect...very small.....

climb....before turning and making the first

and only

"Kiddie-Piller" sized drop......

as soon as his car came whipping around the bend in front of me, I knew I had NOTHING to be nervous about. The absolute joy and excitement he had on his face was something I will never forget, even if I hadn't taken the 600 pictures of the 5 Times he had to ride the "Kiddie-piller" that day....