We took the kids to the fair tonight. Me, my mom and dad, and both of my brothers. It was great. As I drove down the road immediately Dart started screaming from the back seat, "Mom, mom look at that! Look at that!" When we got to the gate I could barely hold onto his little backpack/leash thing. (Yes, I put my kid on a leash. Its just easier that way.) All he wanted to do was go. He saw all the games with the cool blow up toys, he saw all the bright lights of the rides, and he saw all the people walking around towering over him.
He could hardly contain himself as we went on our number 1 mission, which was to find food. I hand't intended for him to ride any of the rides but grandpa had another idea. So after we found some food; Potato twisters and a brat for me, a rocket dog and roasted corn for my mom, and a bowl of green chili stew for my dad; we made our way to the rides.
The first thing we did was get on the merry-go-round. The entire ride Dart yelled, giddy up horsey, and yee haw, of course he had to have is rope going. He was just having so much fun. I on the other hand got a little dizzy having to stand there going in circles holding onto him as he rode up and down over and over agian.
From there we went to the car ride. He "drove" his little blue car with on of the most mischievious looks on his face that I have ever seen. I was getting a little worried about what kind of crazy thoughts might be going through his little head. But hey, he was having fun so thats all that really matters, right?
Next we were on to the mini-ferris wheel. He was in a "cage" thing with another little boy and they were the only one's on the ride. I'm not sure what they were talking about but we did hear Collin say once or twice that they were really high up. He squealed with joy as he rode that ride. It was like music to my ears.
But, what would fair rides be without a little bit of trauma? The next ride he insisted on going on was the dragon roller coaster. He DID NOT like that one. The minute the ride started he grabed onto the handle bar in front of him, burried his head between his arms looking down and the floor, and cried. Finnally about 2/3rd's of the way through the ride he looked up and saw me. He reached out everytime he came by and cried, "Help me mamma!" I felt like the worst mom in the world. How could I have put my poor baby on that ride? He was obviously too young for it. He just wansn't ready. So the ride ended and he got off. He came running to me with the biggest smile on his face and said, "Wow that was fun." I was shocked. He had just sat there and cried the whole time but did that stop him? Not at all.
Lastly, was the train ride. He sat in that train car with the biggest smile on his face. He went around that track just happy as could be. I was so proud of my baby boy. And then I thought to myself, "He isn't my "baby" boy anymore. He is growing up." And with that I decided it was time to be done with the rides for the night. It was time for him to be my baby again.
Tomorrow he said he wants to go on the big ferris wheel. Ya, I don't see that happening. Not yet anyway.
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