The Great Wall of...Atlanta?
It rained pretty much all weekend. I love it when it rains, but when you've four children under the age of 5, rainy days can be extremely long rainy days. Cabin fever, in other words.
So when my good friend, Chuck Eaton, called me on Saturday to say that he was taking his daughter, Lydia, rocking climbing at Stone Summit, I was all over it.
It was an absolute zoo in there, but I suppose that's to be expected when the weather is bad. It's a great alternative to those germ-infested "jumpy" places.
Know what I mean?
We spent the first hour or so upstairs in the kid-friendly area. Both Sloane and Hunter gave it a try, with Sloane and Lydia climbing all over the place. Hunter...well...he did more "hanging around" than he did actual climbing, but at least he wasn't scared.
Once we were notified when an opening became available downstairs on the "big wall," we headed down there to give it a shot.
Before we made our way down the steps, however, Sloane stopped to assess the situation...
Lydia went first and scaled right up the wall. Amazing. The kid is fearless. Literally.
Sloane, well, not so much. She wasn't scared, but she let her frustration get the best of her.
She didn't make it all the way up the wall, but I'm okay with that. Like I said, it wasn't because she was scared.
She just has her father's temper and lack of patience.
We will most definitely go back and work on it. She's extremely competitive, so I have faith she will try and try until she gets it.
By that time, however, Lydia will have probably moved on to skydiving or something!