Yesterday I took the girls to a county fair.
Romy was determined to ride the ferris wheel. It was pretty big - too big for her to ride alone. But I couldn't leave Sienna alone on the ground to ride with Romy, and we only had enough tickets for two. So the nice (albeit smelly and psycho-looking) man running the ride let all three of us for the price of two.
So up we went. Try to guess if anyone was scared up on that ferris wheel. Sienna was not. It was as if she had spent most of her 20 months going around and around on one of those things. Romy was a little bit afraid. Me? I was moderately afraid. But you have to understand two things: One, I have a bit of an issue with heights. And two: I have the knowledge that some things aren't safe and that I'm not immortal. This ferris wheel was older than me (yikes) and it appeared to have been held together with twisty ties and Rustoleum. And we were awfully high up. I was too busy checking out the rusty bolts and frayed eletrical cords to really enjoy the view.
We had a really nice time at the fair. We checked out all of the animals. The 4-H kids were sitting in the stinky cow barn eating their greasy fried chicken and when Romy passed them she said "Pee yew! How can you stand to eat in this stinky place?". They glared at her, but I'll admit those were my thoughs exactly.
Sienna spent most of the time in her stroller with a slightly-amused look on her face. Who knows what she was thinking.
I bought the kids lemonade and hot dogs. Romy gobbled her hotdog up with gusto and then said "That was the worst hotdog I've ever had in my life."
When I said it was time to go home they were OK with that. When we pulled up in the driveway at home Romy said "Thank you for the day, Mama." That was the kind of day that makes all of this parenting stuff worthwhile. | 