Tanner loves sharks. He LOVES them! He knows all the different types (Great White, Hammerhead, Wobegong, you name it!) and adores all of his shark books. And that is why we had to do this outing. We live just 30 minutes from a fabulous aquarium in Baltimore. We have taken him before, but the last time we went was over two years ago, when Tanner was just 19 months old. There's a reason why we haven't been in two years. Although it's just 30 minutes away, it usually takes longer because the traffic is always terrible and it's in the heart of the city and a total PAIN to get to. And it's not in the heart of cool city. It's in the heart of, quite possibly, my least favorite city in the country. So, needless to say, we make it a point to go there as little as possible. Besides, between parking, admission, etc. it's also quite expensive. HOWEVER, I was feeling guilty that I hadn't taken my little shark-lover to see the sharks, so this past Friday evening, we hauled the family to the Aquarium. We got there and the line was insanely long. But we waited. Or rather, Dave waited while I tried to keep track of all three kids running around. He finally got to the front of the line at 6:15 and was told that they were issuing timed entry and that our tickets wouldn't be until 7:15. WHAT?? That was way too late for our crew, so we just got out of line. The girls were easy to appease. Not so with Tanner. I tried to explain why we couldn't go. But he just couldn't accept it. He was on the verge of a melt-down as I sat there on a bench holding him and telling him we would try to do it a different day. As I'm trying to reason with him, the realization sunk in, that when you build something up as much as I had, talking about it all day, getting him excited and knowing how much he loved sharks and couldn't wait to see REAL sharks..... well, what do you do? We got BACK in line, bought the tickets (now timed for 7:30) and waited. When we finally got inside, we bee-lined it to the sharks. Tanner was in heaven. He could have stayed there all night.
So, T, if you ever doubt how much your parents love you..... Read this post! I Baby Bjorne'd an almost 30# 16 month old that was a whiny, cranky, tired mess all around that shark tank, but I just tuned her out, looked at your happy face, and it was all worth it.


