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I've said many times that Benny is a puzzle.  I love him to pieces, but I don't always "get" him.

Benny's limited (but growing) communication is very two-dimensional in a world that functions on three-dimensional communication. 

What do I mean by this?  Most people can tell you their preferences, then tell you why they have those preferences.  The "why" is the third dimension that gives shape to the basic two-dimensional fact.  It completes the picture and helps you understand what makes a person who they are and why they make some of the choices they do. 

While I don't think most three year-olds have a complete grasp of three-dimensional communication, it is a skill that is emerging.  The concept of the "five W's" (who? what? when? where? why?) are beginning to be understood receptively, and used expressively... everyone has probably been around a toddler who has continual questions, right?

Benny does not yet have a concept of the five W's... receptively nor expressively.  It's not that Benny doesn't ask questions, but he tends to learn language in "chunks".  At this point, language for Benny seems to be a series of one to four word chunks that he learns as a chunk and uses as a chunk.  The skill of mixing the chunks up to create other chunks is not really something with which he has much skill.  For example, Benny might say "hi", and pause for your response, and appropriately follow it by "how you doing?".  I don't think he really understands the individual words how, are, you and doing, but "how you doing?" is a chunk he has learned comes after the chunk "hi".  It sounds good, but he can't answer the question, "how are you doing?", which proves he doesn't really understand some of the language he uses.

I say this to convey a recent humorous Benny decision, for which we have no logical explanation.

Benny loves Matchbox/Hot Wheels cars.  For his birthday, he received a package of five cars and trucks.  He was thrilled.  He spent most of the evening lining all five of them up, rolling them across the table, or carrying them around.

A few days after his birthday, though, the baby blue 1959 Corvette was ostracized.  Benny distinctly decided he did not like, and did not want, the Corvette.  For no apparent reason, it was noticeably left behind.  Thinking it was just a mood or phase, Jen and I have returned it to him many, many times in the weeks since his birthday.  We'll often hand it to him and say something like, "here, you forgot one."  When he sees that it is the '59 Vette, he shoves it away and says, "I don' wannit."  Since making this decision, he has been 100% consistent.

I have never seen him make such a definite decision about disliking one particular toy, and I'd REALLY like to know why he has selected this one bright, shiny, new car to ostracize from his group of many cars.  However, any attempts to ask him "why?" just lead to a reaffirmation of, "I don' wannit!"  He'll play with just about any Matchbox-sized car he can get his hands on... whether it's his or one of his sibling's.  But, NOT this one:


So, if anyone has ever dreamed of owning a baby blue 1959 Corvette, Benny has one he'll sell you... really cheap!  We're not sure why... but one thing we DO know is that he "don' wannit!"

So... back to the presents.  Once Mama helped get the wrapping started and he caught a glimpse of the package of cars and trucks inside, his interest was piqued.  Of course, once he got the cars and trucks out of the package, we started the cycle over with no interest any any other presents.

In the aftermath of last Sunday's Kennywood excursion, which resulted in a bedtime of about 11:30 PM, Monday was back-to-school for Dylan, Zachary and Lily.  Dylan and Zachary are both still in the middle school building, and Lily, the elementary.  However, our district regrouped the busing this year, to eliminate one run from the daily schedule, which messed with the family dynamics of the bus stop.

In West Mifflin, Pennsylvania (a suburb of Pittsburgh), in an area you wouldn't expect to find it, sits a gem known as Kennywood Amusement Park.  Nestled under acres of mature shade trees, with its mix of bigger-badder-faster thrill rides and numerous traditional amusement rides, Kennywood is a classic family park where you can still tote your family-sized coolers of food and non-alcoholic drinks through the gates and leave them parked on a table in one of the park's many clean picnic areas... for the entire day.  It's a place where "company picnics" are still actual picnics, groups wear matching T-shirts to identify themselves, and the click-click-click and clack-clack-clack of wooden roller coasters abound.

I've lived within a reasonable drive of Kennywood my entire life, but had never visited the park until this past Sunday. 

How the trip came to be is a story in itself, but it's my blog, and I'd rather blow by most of those details.  Long story short, it was originally planned and sponsored by Jen's aunt as a group trip for 3 aunts, 2 nieces (my wife being one of the nieces), and the 7 children of the nieces (4 of the 7 being ours).  I have wanted to take my kids to an amusement park for the past few years, but had not, mostly because of my employment/financial situation over that time period.  I was not scheduled to work the day of the proposed trip, and I am comfortable hanging out with her aunts at family functions (most of the men of Jen's family are camo-wearin', deer-slayin', fish-filletin' types, and, while I consider myself an outdoorsman with nothing against those activities, I'm more of a backpack-haulin', trail-hikin', gorp*-likin' type).  So, I thought it natural to invite myself to tag along (at my own expense) to share this first-time experience with my kids.  I guess it wasn't so natural.  Well, actually, I guess I didn't handle myself too diplomatically (I write more diplomatically than I sometimes live).  I unintentionally created an awkward situation by messing with the dynamics of a tradition of ladies/childrens days out... Well, OK... I unintentionally made a butt of myself... but, I'm blowing by those details, remember?  The end result was that Jen's aunt graciously blessed us by sponsoring an opportunity for the six of us to spend a day to ourselves at Kennywood, allowing me to enjoy experiencing my kid's first trip to an amusement park.

*Gorp - Trail mix featuring "Good Ol' Raisins and Peanuts", or any variety thereof.

While Hurricane Irene was shredding our eastern coastline, she threw our area a slightly overcast, dry, upper-70's, low humidity Sunday... perfect for enjoying a road trip to Kennywood.  The gates opened at 10:15 and the rides started at 11:00.  We rolled out pretty early, Garmin programmed, ETA: 10:15.  For many reasons, we were unsure how the day would go with Benny... could be really good, could be really bad.  (If you're not sure why, visit here, then here.)  I didn't know it at the time, but about an hour into the drive, when I caught this rare view in the rear view, it was a foreshadowing of the good day Benny would have.


We were nearly to Kennywood when the Garmin directed us to exit near downtown Pittsburgh.  However, the exit was closed.  She (I haven't named her yet) did some quick "recalculating" and looped us through some neighborhood streets to bring us back to make another attempt at our closed exit.  Now, if you know anything about Pittsburgh, you'll know that it's all hills and rivers... 3 major rivers and everything is on a hillside.  At one point, she turned us left onto West Sycamore Street, a very narrow and very steep street.  In fact, it was so steep (the Google Maps photo link does not give justice to the actual steepness) that the boys had a moment of panic from the back of the van, thinking the van could not climb it... and then as we started up the hill, they asked if it were possible for the van to tip over backwards.  Jen, too, was a little concerned and felt the urge to lean forward to help balance the front and keep it on the ground.  We went several blocks up West Sycamore, at times squeezing through tightly parked cars on both sides of the street, over the top, then down the winding and steep other side.  We raised our hands in the air (well, all but me) on the way down.  I joked with the boys that they hadn't seen anything yet... if they couldn't handle West Sycamore Street (our first ride of the day), how were they going to handle actual roller coasters?

First things first, we staked out our picnic station for the day.  We then selected the Jack Rabbit as our first ride... well, if you don't count West Sycamore Street!  The line was just starting to form, and we would make the first run of the morning.  Lily only had a vague idea about amusement parks, and really didn't know what she was in for, but she happily stood in line to get the party started.  Dylan and Zachary had a better idea, but were still blissfully ignorant, as evidenced by their comment, "that's really no big deal", while we watched the park staff run the trains through a few empty test cycles.  The Jack Rabbit was a great classic wooden coaster, but I think I still have Lily's fingernail imprints in my left arm!  The boys admitted that it was a little more than they anticipated, and they felt like they were going to fly off the track.  Yeah, boys, I think that's part of the thrill!



Lily said the coaster scared her, but she kinda liked it.  Yep, me too, girl.  She wanted to do something without hills, so we got on the nearby Paratrooper.  She thought it looked mild enough, until it lifted and tilted at it's 45 degree angle, at which point she insisted I make them let her off the ride.  This time, fingernail imprints in the right arm!



Two rides into the day, and I think I traumatized my daughter.  So we calmed it down with some turns around the Merry-Go-Round, this being Benny's inaugural ride.  I think, by this time, I had lost Lily's trust, because she insisted I get her a fixed bench... unsure what to expect from those crazy horses going up and down.  Benny loved the Merry-Go-Round, yelling, "Go!" and "Horsey!"









After lunch, we did a variety of groupings of all six together and mixes of separate adult/various kids throughout the day.  The size and layout of the park was such that we often bumped into each other if we were in two groups.  It was easy to communicate with our cell phones to rendezvous, regroup, or swap kids. 

Benny had no nap, but was fabulous.  We were concerned that he would make the day miserable.  With his sensory "issues" we feared the crowds, noises, and ride stimulus would fry him.  Just the opposite.  He soaked in every minute of it, and resisted falling asleep in the stroller, not wanting to miss a moment.  He had no fear of any of the rides he experienced, both Kiddieland and select ones in the main park.  In fact, he really surprised us all, coming alive on the rides and getting off when they stopped saying, "again, again!"



















As the evening was winding down, I was with Dylan, Lily, and Ben.  I decided to give Benny a shot at the Turtle, since the Kiddieland version was one of his favorites of the day.  He loved, loved, loved the full-sized version!  We rode it a few times (the line was really short), when Jen called to say we should meet up and think about heading home... since the kid's first day of school was the next day.

What does anyone really do on the first day of school anyway? 

I told her I wasn't ready to call it a day yet... I wanted to remember just a few more smiles on my kid's faces.  The Turtle cars held up to six... I told her she had to come and let us all ride together before we left... she had to see Benny lovin' the Turtle.  She was tired, but she agreed.

By this time, it was dark, and the Turtle line was nearly non-existent, except for a small handful of "Turtle groupies" that kept getting off and right back on nearly continuously.  Once Jen and Zachary met up with us, we joined the ranks of the Turtle groupies.  Benny laughed, smiled, and shouted, "Hooray!", "Go!", "Whoa!", "Hold on!", and "Oh my!"  Each time the ride stopped, Benny would look at me expectantly and say, "Again?"  OK, buddy, I don't want to forget this memory...



What a great way to end a great day (at one point Zachary was heard to say, "this is the BEST day of my life!")... me and five of my favorite people packed in the front Turtle car, with my favorite un-napped toddler (who we feared would make the day miserable), leading the charge at 9:15 PM!  "Go!  Go!  Go!"

Zachary, I'd have to agree... it was a really good day!  I hope I long remember the smiles and the laughter on the faces of my four kids, and the memories of this trip to... Bennywood?