I’ve been more than just a little stressed today.
I’m preparing for some vacation time, with the kids and without Cassidy, and I’m not sure I’ll know what I’m in for until it happens. So bear with me. My mind is full of can’t miss things to pack, as well as making sure I have my posts for this week. If I’m slow to write or slow to comment, don’t hold it against me. You know I’ll be back with some vacation photos to show you.
Both days this weekend dawned beautifully perfect. We always see cool reflections on the lawn from sunlight through our woods:
We had a bit of a surprise this weekend by heading to a fair to meet with Cassidy’s mom and her friends. Fair season around here is in very late summer, and it blends neatly into fall festival season. I keep all of the dates of the fairs and festivals on a pink post-it note and I notice that they never overlap. We were planning next week’s Three County Fair to be our first of 2013, but the Cummington Fair called, and we responded. Besides, we wanted to have the more much fun.
This is one of life’s big mysteries to me. That people desire to do this. I get why you’d want to feel a rush. I get speed. I get haunted houses and horror movies and feeling scared and then safe again, in a somewhat controlled setting. What I don’t get is spinning. I get dizzy doing ballet with Scarlet. When I was a kid, I never spun around for fun. In fact, if someone would lift me up and spin me around, I’d scream and if they thought my screams were of laughter and they didn’t stop, I sometimes had to resort to digging my nails into their shoulders. Spinning is torture to me.
I love that this summer, Scarlet is 2 1/2 inches taller than she was last summer. Except that she was asking to go on some of the 48+ inch rides! Someday.. For now, she still gets a thrill from rides like these:
The one ride I went on with Scarlet is the ferris wheel. You can’t spin me around even once, but you can put me up on the highest place in the world, looking down, and I won’t bat an eye.
Scarlet got her Grandma to go on the Rockin’ Tugboat with her. They both handled it like champs:
And of course, in the spirit of having the “more much fun,” Scarlet picked a car that said, “Fun”:
Watching her go on rides is my idea of the more much fun.
Can’t you just see her, at 17-years-old? Plowing past you on the road in a purple car, while wearing a crown? A princess blur?
While not as fast as the cars, Scarlet’s first pony ride was on “Wanda.” She said Wanda was bumpy:
We ended the afternoon on a fake pony. That pony was also called “Wanda.”
Cassidy is also having the more much fun.
Then it was time to say goodbye to “Wanda” but it’s still only “hello” to fair/festival season. We will be back.
On the ride home, we may or may not have said yes to four new pets. A cat named Dinah. A puppy named Athena. A bunny named Clover. And a pony named Wanda.
Tell me…could you say “no” to this face?