Tuesday, October 24, 2017

Finally, they climb.

Recently we were invited to a birthday party at The Climb Zone, an indoor rock climbing facility just outside of DC.  We accepted the party invitation with a sense of anticipated disappointment on behalf of both our boys because we've been to this facility twice now and have left each time, after making not a small donation in climbing fees, without either boy putting on a harness let alone climbing one of the 35+ different climbing walls.  Well, my friends.  The wait is over.  But it was not without a little bit of goading of one of our children on our parts. 

As was usual, we entered The Climb Zone, greeted the birthday boy and girl, searched for sugar products at the party, and hit up the bouncy house.

A few minutes into the party, Cassius pulls on my sleeve and says he wants to climb.  I found it hard to contain my excitement by managed not to squeal with delight and I promptly picked up Cassius to go get him fitted for a harness.  It resulted in this:

Welp, upon seeing this, Maceo was not about to be outclimbed by a wee 4 year old.  Maceo practically leapt into his harness and was off and running, trying to find the best first wall to climb.  Unbeknownst to me at that moment, they would end up climbing almost every single wall of the 35+ walls in this facility.   Approximately every 30 seconds for the next 90 minutes I was simply changing carabiners for one child or the other and trying to give equal attention to the various shouts of, "Look at me, momma! Look at ME!"  




We all left The Climb Zone ridiculously pleased about the day.