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pics from knoebel's amusement park

last week i promised you some pics from our trip to knoebel's amusement park, in elysburg, pa.  so here's one, and to see more, just click on the "keep reading" link. 

jack in the ball pit.  couldn't help but wonder how long it had been since those balls were disinfected.  still, he loved it.  :)

cade thoroughly enjoyed this candy apple.  this looks like it should be an advertisement for knoebels!

knoebel's has a pool and waterslides and all of that stuff, so one day we just do that part of it, and the kids really seem to love it.  apparently, jackson likes the taste of chlorine.  hey, after swimming around in multi-colored balls covered in bacteria from urine and God knows what else, you get thirsty!

cade became very attached to his map, and wanted to look at it all the time.  he also loved riding rides and became notorious for reaching into my pocket and stealing ride tickets. 

we got to ride the ferris wheel together, and while jack was a bit nervous about it to begin with, they both ended up loving it and wanted to ride it again!  we had a great time at the amusement park, and can't wait to go back again sometime soon (we only live 20 minutes away, now!). 


cathyq said…
Loved the pics. You should submit the one of Cade to Knoebels for their ads!
NJ Grandma said…
Looks like you all had a great time - those colored balls - who knows what goes on in there :(. Enjoy the rest of your summer.
Emoly said…
I'm glad to know I'm not the only "germophob" who thinks that about those ball pits...

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