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we really do. I'm sure that it has everything to do with all of the fun memories associated with the fair from when I was a kid. My parents always went hog-wild for stuff like that. It was the 1970s/80s version of "go big or go home"! (Of course, they are still like that, my Dad in particular! He wouldn't let me pay for anything when he took us on Saturday night, let Dylan keep any change he got throughout the evening and he came back for more when we went again yesterday!) Then, when I was raising 4H and FFA animals, the fair was one of the highlights of my year. I got to skip school for 2-3 days, hang out with my friends, watch for cute boys in Wranglers and make some serious $$$. Heck, if I could still auction off some 4-H market animals, I would!
Anyway.
Dylan hit the ground running this year. He's always been a bit timid when it comes to rides. (Might it have something to do with the fact that I took him on the Matterhorn when he was barely four and permanently scarred him?) But this year, he was all over them! I did manage to swear (loudly, I'm sure) when we went on the (Carny-assembled) roller-coaster and our lap bar flew off as we headed down the first drop. I also got squished like a bug when we went on the "Haywire", known as the "Scrambler" in my days :). But well worth seeing Dylan light up and enjoy that crazy-tummy feeling that a good ride and a rush of adrenaline will give you!
Halle-boo also had a ball. We actually went twice. On Saturday night, I was the classy Mom who took her feverish daughter to the fair. She was having a reaction to her MMR booster all weekend, and at that point, we needed the distraction. She had so much fun! She loved the swings and the big slide. She drove the little trucks all by herself. She was a total hoot! When we went back yesterday, though, she wasn't loving it as much. She did, however, ride the ponies, which was super-cute!
So between lots of family visiting (his and mine), the fair x 2, a feverish (yet still stubborn) toddler . . . we celebrated our Memorial Day well!
Now, back to work. Thank goodness! Regular and routine . . . ahhhhhhh.
that I officially lose my mind!
Dylan is home with a swollen and achy knee.
Halle is home with a swollen and nasty attitude. She is currently laying on the ground next to my desk, wrestling with a diaper. She needs to go potty. But she doesn't want to sit on the potty. Fine with me. But she also wants to put on her own diaper. I'm sure that her determination and drive will serve her well later in life. If we survive the toddler years.
I was so looking forward to riding Dylan to school this morning and stopping on the ride home to enjoy coffee with a couple of other biking Moms. Clearly that was not meant to be.
I was also looking forward to getting my house dusted and vacuumed. Pulled together before the weekend. Thoughthat was obviously flawed reasoning since Halle was going to be home regardless. (Although with less of the attitude, my day would have gone a lot farther, faster!)
I need to get the teacher gift done for Dylan's teacher and uploaded by tomorrow to Shutterfly. Of the 26 students in his class? Only half have answered my super-short little interview. Which was emailed to their parents two weeks ago. Any other year? I would have gone into class and taken the time to interview each student, all on the (somewhat) sly, so as to not ruin thesurprise for Mrs. H. But this year? The idea of personal responsibility has been drilled into our 4th graders every single day. So I told the parents that if they didn't get their child's five little answers back to me by tonight, I would print their page with just a name and a picture. Makes me sad for the kiddos. Sad for Mrs. H. And I kinda feel like a witch with a capital-B. But that just the way it goes, I guess!
Here is Dylan's page from the book:
Anyway.
Halle is now losing her mind. Apparently I was close, but it is she (not I) that has gone past the point of no return. Are there rubber rooms for overly frustrated toddlers? Little mini-straight jackets? If not, I think there's a market for them!
Peace out. And when is too early to consider a cocktail? Something brunch-like ... maybe a mimosa, heavy on the bubbly?
(Literally.) Yes. We really are this dorky. Dylan and I ride Halle's plasma car down our access path almost everyday. Halle thinks it is hysterical. So do we! I also had the great idea of using her IKEA crawl-thru tunnel to roll down our front (very steep) lawn.
And yes. Our neighbors love us, I'm sure!
Regardless, we know how to have a good time around here. The proof is in the pictures!
