The fair. It comes every year. Different rides, but still the same emotions.
Cotton candy? Check.
Homemade skin- french fries? Check.
22 ride tickets spent in about 30 minutes? Check.
It’s crazy to be able to look back and compare over the years. In 2008, when #1 was almost two and I was VERY pregnant with #2.
Then, in 2009, it’s eerily similar to this year. Except now, I have two girls WAY too high up in the sky. With no grown up with them.
Do they even know how much I love them? And, how they are really high up there with just a little seat belt?
There were a lot of other good opportunities. Like big sis strangling little sis with a hug..but still being cute.
And, daddy getting to ride on the carousel with the little because she’s not quite tall enough to ride on her own.
And, big getting on her horse all by herself. No help needed. Stop the growing now (she knows it’s only 10 days to birthday number 5).
And, ick. They really wanted to go on the sit and puke…I mean the tea-cup like ride (with some very fancy tape holding the padding on). I couldn’t even watch them spin. Fortunately, most of their spinning was done before the ride also started spinning. But, poor #2 got off and walked in a curved line and almost fell over. Dizzy much?
And, the ride that finished off the tickets? A nice little dragon ride that was totally broken and didn’t go up and down…yet, can you tell from these faces? Nope.
Then, we hit up the petting zoo and called it a day.
It always works out…every year, the day we pick to go to the fair it’s always perfect. A nice fall chill in the air, but beautiful and sunny and bright!
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