Review: Our Trip to Medieval Times

I didn’t want to fall for the trap.

I’m a fairly…cynical person. I’m especially cynical of things I know will entertain my children. I don’t think they’ll actually entertain me, too. Plus, I haven’t been a big fan of princesses since I was maybe 12.

So, I didn’t think I was gonna fall for the trap.

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I totally fell for the trap. Meaning, that when my husband and kids went to Medieval Times at Arundel Mills Mall, I ended up being just as excited as my kids about kings, knights, princesses – alladat.

I’d totally go back for more.

The way it works is that you enter the “castle,” and are shown to your seat. Your seat corresponds with a color and that color corresponds with a knight that you are supposed to cheer for. We got the blue knight (isn’t he adorable?).

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There’s a whole performance with a king and a princess and even a bad guy. Then, you get served a meal you get to eat with your hands.

Even though I went pretty much specifically to entertain my kids, there were really people of all ages there – from kids celebrating their birthdays to older couples celebrating their wedding anniversaries.

I will say this – my son was a little nervous about entering the castle at first, as I knew he would be. It takes him a while to warm up to things, so he was a little freaked out at  first. By the end, he loved it. So, if you were to go I’d suggest going early (you can actually go up to an hour before the performance but we were running late) just to let younger kids get comfortable.

***Medieval Times gave me free tickets to attend the show. Learn more about them and it here

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Self care is caring for yourself

At this point, once you are grown, you’ve got to be your own parent. You have to nurture yourself, care for yourself and protect yourself just like you would your own baby.

You wouldn’t make your child keep going and going and going without enough rest, would you? You wouldn’t berate your kid for their shortcomings, right?

Exactly.


Poop

Poop. Poop. Poopoopoop. My life is currently centered around someone else’s poop.

Whose poop? My son’s poop. He has pretty much never, ever pooped anywhere except within the confines of his own diaper/pull-up/big boy underwear.

So, yeah. Poop.

This is all very dramatic. It has caused fights between my husband and I, even. We’ve been to the doctor. I have begged, cried, yelled and pleaded.

Still no poop. Well, not in the potty at least.

Did you know there is some special potty training guide selling for almost $100 just to download? There is a special place in hell for the person profiting off of parental misery like that.

In this life, however, I’m sure that person is living high off the hog. Because poop. Dear, God. I’m pretty much willing to do anything to make the poop talk stop.


Latest lists

I’m pretty sure I’ve written about how much I love and need my lists before. Lists help keep me on track and focused. I have not been on track and focused lately, but that is ok. I’m starting today. Er – tomorrow.

Here is some stuff I want to start working on.

1. Practice writing with Cam every day.

2. Look up some resources for helping Cam manage his anger. This might help keep him out of time out and make life around here a bit more pleasant.

3. Work on letters, numbers and shapes with Grace once a day.

4. Make it a priority to get outside more. I hate the cold so I’ve been staying inside way too much.

Ok, that’s it. I’ll let you know how it goes.


Kindergarten!

Tomorrow we register my son for kindergarten for next school year. I’m not gonna lie; I’m kind of terrified. This is the first step in Cam going out into the world without me. It also means I’m out of baby stage and into something else entirely.

You know how everyone tells you that kids grow up fast? It’s because kids grow up fast! Cameron was just a tiny baby five minutes ago! I feel like 5 more minutes will pass and he’ll be 30.


Elsewhere

I wrote over on my other blog tonight. Check it out if you are so inclined.


Unsolicited parenting advice

I am extremely wary about who I take parenting advice from. Especially the unsolicited kind.

Is your advice from a good place? Do you genuinely want to help? Or do you want to soothe your own ego by making yourself feel wise and powerful?

Are you right here doing the dirty work with me? Have you been up at two in the morning with one or more of my children? Are you gonna help me drag this tantruming kid out of this store?

If so, congrats; you are welcomed into my inner advice-giving sanctum. But otherwise? Please understand that the whole time you are talking, I’m probably just nodding and smiling.