And basically the kids are almost on auto-pilot. We just troll around behind them and take an occasional headcount. The amusement park parental duties are so minimal now we really only go on the rides we want to. Which means that I only went on the wooden roller coaster (which I regretted) and the tea cups (which I really regretted). Other than that, the kids found riding partners or looped grandma into going on the rides with them. Even Beckett was low key - in fact, I'm pretty sure he spend the day in a poopy diaper...which lost most of it's pungent aroma after the first hour.
It just gets better every year.