1. We were in the Valley visiting the in laws this week. It went better than expected. There were almost no fights. And the only fight there was, didn’t involve me. Instead it concerned the loss of the Tahoe keys. It was actually almost relaxing.
2. However the person who decreed that livestock shows ought to take place during Lent has my unending ire. Funnel cakes! (Can’t have them, it’s Lent.) Candied spiced pecans! (Can’t have them, it’s Lent.) Ice cream! (Can’t have it, it’s Lent.) Momil’s butter pecan cookies! (Can’t have them, *sob*, it’s Lent.) I hadn’t considered that we would be going to the livestock show when I gave up sweets for Lent, but I kept up a reasonably cheerful detachment through the whole ordeal when it happened.
Still, guy that decided livestock shows happen during Lent? You’re on my list.
3. We drove onto the fair grounds, and GeekBaby says “Can we go on the Ferris wheel??” I do not know where he learned about Ferris wheels, but he was adamant, go on the Ferris wheel we would.
So we did.
We actually lucked out, it was buy one rides wristband get another free. Since GeekBaby is too short to ride most rides unaccompanied, I had to go with him, and this let us ride as many rides as he wanted and I was willing to tolerate. So we also went on the little roller coaster, the teacup ride (I was not allowed on this one, thanks be to God in Heaven!), and the carousel (for which I was required to stand next to him, curses!).
4. Roller coasters, when accompanied by your precious, precocious toddler, are No Fun At All. It was the baby roller coaster, not ten foot up and down and just a basic oval around, but all I could think about was how this thing felt like it was going to rattle itself apart mid-ride and kill my sweet baby. GeekBaby had the time of his life. I have no pictures of this, I was too busy praying that we wouldn’t have a horrifying mechanical failure. Himself got some pictures, I think.
I used to love roller coasters, but now I understand why Mom always hated them, and hated us riding them.
5. There were also far more sedate pony rides. He enjoyed this (he also rode them last year) and stayed on like a little trooper when the pony in front of his kicked and made his pony jerk to a sudden stop. But his chief reaction was just to try and wheedle a cowboy hat out of his aunt.
6. And then there were the tractors.
GeekBaby was beside himself with happiness and would have stayed forever, except I saved the carousel ride for last and lured him down with the promise of a ride. Clever mommy.
7. The next day we visited the outlet mall. None of the quarter operated rides worked. There was much wailing and gnashing of teeth. Because he didn’t get spoiled enough the day before at the livestock show. My sister in law inexplicably bought him another sippy cup, although he’s been drinking exclusively from real cups (real glasses even) since he turned three. *sigh* But if ridiculous attempts to regress my little boy are the worst I have to deal with on a visit, I’ll happily take it.
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