Sunday, September 25, 2005

The Fair

Immediately following Sunday School, I took my two youngest children with me to The Fair. The shuttle bus ride was the highlight for my three-year old girl. My seven-year old begged to ride a few rides and I let him, despite my saying, "We are just going to see the animals. No rides."

My daughter rode her first kid-sized roller coaster and she did not enjoy it. I cradled her as we whipped around and around, six times, I counted. Each time we passed the carnival worker, I'd beg silently, Please, please, stop this thing! Out loud, into my daughter's ear, I'd say, "You're doing great! We're almost done!" She didn't cry, but she wasn't thrilled, either. I wasn't thrilled to see the carnival worker pressing a flannel cloth to his nose. What sort of contagious disease did that guy have, anyway?

My son rode three or four rides and confessed afterward that he didn't actually like "The Kamikaze," a contraption that swings two boat-like cars back and forth and finally, completely around, upside down. He's such a trooper--he rode the rides by himself because I couldn't leave his sister.

But before the rides, we passed through the livestock barns. My three-year old hopped and clapped at the sight of one cow behind after another. She greeted the goats, sheep, turkeys, zebras, and horses with equal enthusiasm.

All told, we were at The Fair for two and a half hours.

I spent the remainder of the afternoon cleaning up my twin boys' room. I took a Sharpie marker and labeled their dresser drawers so they can more easily find and put away their clothes. Both dressers were garage sale finds, so I wrote directly on the drawers. My daughter watched me do that and I just hope she doesn't think my actions give her license to write on the furniture, too.

While I was cleaning the boys' room, my kids were busy wreaking havoc in other rooms.

Yesterday, I took my daughter to the grocery store, which she completely adores. She picked out a small pumpkin to take home, a "sugar" pumpkin meant to be baked and used in cooking. She cradled that pumpkin all the way home and after a few blocks said, "I want some treats in my pumpkin."

The child remembers last year's trick-or-treating, apparently. I find it so strange that small children can remember things from the distant past. She still remembers the cat we had when she was a baby. It was a black cat named Shadow and he ran away (we figure) when she was about eighteen months old. One day, months later, we were walking on a bright sunny day and I said, "Look at your shadow!" She looked around and wanted to know where the cat was. It took me a few minutes to realize what she was talking about.

7 Comments:

Blogger Chelsea said...

I wouldn't mind if you came and cleaned up my room and labled my dresser drawers. I'm so bad at organizing.

I've come to look forward to the bits you write about your days and your family. Thank you for inviting me into your home. I enjoy visiting.

1:43 AM  
Blogger Elizabeth said...

Puyallup?! Hehehehehe. You went to the Puyallup Fair?!

So is it pronounced like:

poo-y'all-up or
peall-up or
pooey-allup

What the heck is a Puyallup? Is that an Indian tribe? Because if it is I bet they were so bullied by the other Indian tribes.

Kids remember the strangest things and when they get older they remember how we ruined their lives. Mwahahahaha. That's when you remind them you took them to the fair with the pansy Indian tribe name. And then they say, "Yes, and you turned me into a Zanex addict by forcing me on the kiddie roller coaster. I haven't been the same since." and you say, "Oops."

7:19 AM  
Blogger Eyes said...

I am glad you had a good time at the fair.

8:19 AM  
Blogger Mrs. Darling said...

We went to Oaks Park to the Octoberfest yesterday. The kids ae getting over a virus so they didnt ride more than three rides a piece.

Sounds like your daughter has a great memory!

9:25 AM  
Anonymous mopsy said...

My daughter remembers a wedding we attended when she was 22 months old. But she can't remember to bring her sweater home from school.

There must be a "meaningful" filter in their heads?

10:37 AM  
Blogger Vashti said...

I'm a germaphobe. For that reason, combined with many others I hate the fair. I guess I'm the fun killer for my girls. My husband has to take them if they are to get to go. Your a good mom for enduring it!

3:14 PM  
Blogger Sis said...

You have zebras at your fair? Seriously?

4:05 PM  

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