Where's Your Noodle?

Raise your hand if you have ever heard of Carlsband, New Mexico.  Those with their hands in the air, all I can say is, I am deeply sorry.Carlsbad is the armpit of the United States.  It is as close to the end of the earth as you can get without falling off.  But alas, my parents live there so we go.  I can't wait for them to move to a place much closer to an airport and with more exciting things to do (aka not as hot so we can go outside after 8am).
After perusing the numerous entertainment options in the greater Carlsbad area, we landed at the park.  We had to get up really super early to beat the heat and I only lasted an hour before melting, but it was a good distraction for the kids.

 The kids were really brave and were excellent climbers.

 I believe that this was before Grandma taught them the expression, "Don't fall and crack your noodle".  Reese didn't know what a noodle was, so Grandma explained that it was his head.  To this day, Reese talks about "cracking noodles" all the time.  Just this morning when Brisbane was standing on a chair, Reese told me, "He might fall and crack his noodle".  He also now feels the pressure to educate the masses on the meaning of the word "noodle".  I have heard him explain to no less than 3 people that 'noodle' can mean head.

 We took a break from playing to take a look at the Mighty Pecos River. 

 There was a man trying to water board and the kids desperately wanted to see him succeed.  No such luck there, but aren't they cute?

 Then back to more playing.  Thanks for carrying our snacks on your bulldozer, Brisbane.

 Nice ride, Motorcycle Reeser!

And then Brisbane learned that he could climb the slide and go down all by himself.  This has caused me even more ulcers at the playground because he can now scoot himself forward until he goes down the slide on his own.  Unfortunately the rest of his body is not always ready when gravity takes over.  A couple of times he almost cracked his noodle (or so Reese would say).