Fair Day

It was a fair day today—that is until it rained.   This isn’t about the weather so much as the state fair, which is happening this week and we went to today.   My children had been talking about the fair.   They each remember different things from the few years they’ve been going, but those memories are strong ones.

Uncle Jonathan came with us, which was helpful because the higher adult to child ratio you have, the easier things are in crowded places.   We arrived at about nine-thirty in the morning, hoping to beat the crowds.   We debated taking the double stroller.   It hasn’t been used in a long time and had been put up in the attic.   My husband said it was a lot of walking so we brought it.  

The children were excited when they saw the stroller come out of the car and immediately hopped in. Rules were made about how often you could get into and then out of the stroller before you were “kicked out” and not allowed to get back in for a while.  

We had, in no particular order:  roasted corn, beef tips, cotton candy, french fries, mini donuts, fried shrimp, smoothies, steak sandwich, fresh orangeade, deep fried cookie dough, deep fried Oreos and ice cream.   We tried each other’s food to see how we liked it.

We took the children to the rides area, which turned out to be my daughter’s favorite part of the whole fair.  She would still be on the rides now if we hadn’t run out of tickets.   She likes the motion, I think.   I went on one of the teacup rides where you spin your car around and around.   There was another mother and daughter in our car and they wanted to spin too.   We were all dizzy when the ride was over, but we all agreed it was a lot of fun.

We left just as the rain was starting.   We’ll be back next year.

The Big Boy Update:  At some point recently the kitchen trash can apparently smelled bad and my son got a good whiff of it.   He’s been unwilling to open or even go near the trash can for about a week because he’s afraid it still smells bad.

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:  My daughter asked if they could “go up the hill” this afternoon on her bike.   She was with our neighbor, Keira, who was also riding her bike.   The hill is the next street and is about four houses up an incline in the road.   It’s not much of a hill in other words.   But to a four-year-old new on a bike, it’s a hill.   My husband told them they could go once and to have everyone watch out for cars.    They all came back happy with their accomplishment.