It's always tough getting T. to stay in a new place. And when I say tough, you probably cannot imagine how difficult. We promised him he could make waffles downstairs in the restaurant the following morning; that helped (it also helped that it was a promise we could deliver on). Next morning waffles went well, and we went to Storyland. If you live in the Pacific Northwest and went to Enchanted Village some time ago (I believe it has grown a fair amount), you have the general idea. The theming at Storyland now is better than I remember the theming at Enchanted Village in the early 1980s, but that's not a fair comparison.
T. did a classic hard right, putting him in the highly themed but low-ride play area. He went up through the little tree and down the slide many, many, many times. He did it so many times, A. decided it was worth getting out of the stroller and taking a closer look at the talking tree part. Then she decided it was worth exploring the staircase. Then she even went down the slide. She was still there when T. and I went in search of other options.
Over three sessions (Friday morning, Saturday morning, and Saturday afternoon), T. went in a lot of rides but not the Cuckoo Clockenspiel, which he would have loved but nobody could get him either up or down the hill to it. *shrug* He loved the tea cups, and the coaster, but rode the train willingly several times and did a variety of other things as well. Getting him back in the park on Saturday morning was surprisingly hard -- we almost gave up, but then I held him up so he could see over the fence to where we were going and he was game then. For reasons that are completely opaque to us, he did not want to go through ticketing and entry, either at StoryLand or Santa's Village.
Each day, we left as it was getting hotter and went back to the hotel to play in the pool. Both kids loved the pool. A lot. All of the pools, in fact. We were at this hotel (without a kitchen of our own) because this was the only place I could find with a zero entry pool (a sandy beach is a zero entry water facility, for comparison purposes: smooth sloping entry). It was, in fact, impossible to get A. to play on the playground next to the pool; we had to go back upstairs and get her swimsuit and get in the pool instead.
North Conway is full of playgrounds: there's a great public one near the scenic railway train station. We spent a bunch of time there, with an ongoing meltdown because one of the 0-3 swings was broken and T. has this must-swing-on-each-and-every-swing thing going on. But they had fun. There is also a smaller playstructure at Settlers' Green Outlet Mall, which the hotel is located in.
On Saturay, we took the kids to McDonald's to play in the indoor playspace while it was hot, and after we had all gotten a little tired of the pool. A. was trying to nap on the floor, so I took her in the stroller back to the hotel while T. and R. went back to StoryLand. She mostly fell asleep, and continued to nap while I went shopping at the Gymboree outlet (fun!) and the Children's Place outlet (much more crowded and surprisingly trashy in just about every way). I came back with bags of clothes in the new sizes the kids are/will soon be in, long pants and long sleeves for the fall and winter.
Apparently, I am the idiot who buys stuff on vacation that in principle they could buy while at home. But at home, there is no Gymboree within strolling distance (it's a little too far for me to walk, actually, altho I have biked to the Trader Joe's next to it), much less a Gymboree outlet. No Hanna Andersson, alas.
The drive to Santa's Village was almost an hour from the hotel, 40 minutes or more further than StoryLand. As we were arriving, I had already concluded that there was no way I was going to do that willingly again, unless it was truly incredible compared to StoryLand. Boy was I wrong. I would absolutely do that, and possibly skip StoryLand entirely. (1) Five degrees cooler because we were north of the Whites. (2) Short/no lines. (3) Comparable rides, better water play area and comparable food. It's a funky tradeoff, because the North Conway area has so much more to offer, but it would be really tempting to just rent a house or cabin with 2 bedrooms, AC and a full kitchen close to Santa's Village and spend three days there. But then we wouldn't have a pool -- on the other hand, they could spend a lot of time playing in the water space.
I cannot imagine flying to New England for the purpose of going to North Conway/StoryLand/Santa's Village. I really can't. It's actually pretty tough to imagine driving in from anywhere other than the 91/93 corridors, or Maine/Vermont/parts of Canada. That's who you see when you go there, and it makes sense. A teenager would be beyond miserable in these particular parks, altho there are a lot of other things to do in the area for a teenager, particularly one who loves hiking/river stuff/rock climbing/etc. And an industrious teenager might well get a job running rides in on of these parks.
This was the first time I've deployed the iPad as a kiddie toy. There were DVD players in both rooms of the 1 bedroom suite we got (and if you're thinking, wow, that sounds expensive, you aren't wrong, but I still wish I'd gotten a 2 bedroom suite), but we don't own any Micky Mouse Clubhouse DVDs because I wasn't thinking that far ahead. I had, however, downloaded some onto the iPad, and snuggling up with the kids watching videos was fun; watching T. snuggled up with the iPad and his papa was pretty cool, too. T. is also loving Blue's Clues again, so we watched that a bunch in the van and in the hotel room. The hotel's wireless requires a password and you have to enter it the login/password pair every time you restart your device, through a web browser. If you are thinking that really sucks, you've probably underestimated how annoying it is. It wasn't bad enough for me to switch to the 3G on the iPad, but it was close. Instead, I just finished reading _Replays_.
We ultimately came back Sunday night, rather than some time on Monday. We debated this decision for a while, and a poop-in-the-pool incident put us over the edge. We are glad we came back -- we got in a little before 9 at night, so the kids had run around time before falling over -- and even more glad we had the hotel room for the day, rather than checking out and then doing stuff. I'm not sure why, but that just never seems to work well for us.
In some ways, this was a summer vacation; in some ways, it was a test run for our next Disney trip. I'm feeling very optimistic about Disney. We were much less exhausted this time around, in part because we made no effort to stay awake after the kids were asleep (artifact of the 1 bedroom suite decision). I actually caught up on sleep, because A. will usually sleep for 10-12 hours at a stretch. The iPad continues to impress as a travel tool/toy, and T. is wanting to use it so I'll probably get one for the kids for Xmas (stripped down, of course). It's also great that T. and R. were able to return to the park after a midday break. That never quite worked on our previous Disney trip, because it was Xmas break and the parks were just slammed after the first hour or so. I have great confidence we'll be able to exhaust the children without totally destroying ourselves.