On Tuesday, I was lucky enough to be able to take off work so that Michael, Avery and I could go to the fair. Let me just tell you- We LOVE the fair! It's something that we look forward to every year. This year we got out to the fair super early. The weather was gorgeous and there was little to no crowd at all. Perfect fair day!
At the fair we...
Saw cows/sheep/pigs
Watched the dog show
Crawled our way through every car at the car show
Pretended to be farmers in the kids area
Played with tractors in the livestock barn
Fed lots of animals in the petting zoo
Ate taco salad- Mommy's lunch
Ate pizza- Daddy's lunch
Didnt eat a quesadilla- Avery's lunch
Devoured some fried cookie dough- Mommy
Enjoyed a popsicle- Avery
Got "sticky wit it" with some cotton candy- Daddy & Avery
Missed the bird show but checked out the BIG owls beforehand
Looked at the big ferris wheel then decided...NOPE!
Didnt spend $5-$20 on impossible to win carnival games
Dodged creepy "Carni-folk"
Put our child on a scary/dangerous/terrifying motorcycle ride
Yep, that about sums it up!
Avery and Michael rode one of the only kid rides that an adult could ride too. They both had fun but Avery wanted to ride another one... the ride of death motorcycle ride. We explained to him that he would have to ride by himself and he said he wanted to. So Michael buckled him on and there we stood, watching our sweet baby stare his fears right in the face. He held on tight and tried not to show how scared he was. Once the other kids got on they started honking these terribly loud horns which got Avery even more nervous. Then the carni-man pushed the go button and my baby started sliding off the side of his seat while his motorcycle jumped through the air. Michael and I tried to keep a smile on our faces in order not to freak Avery out even more. At one point when he flew past me he said "All done Mommy!!". It broke my heart because the next time the ride came around he was crying. The carni-man of course could care less. I was watching Michael as he got more and more nervous about Avery sliding off his motorcycle. We just knew we had to keep cheering him on and yelling "hold on Avery", "both hands", "its almost over". After the longest 3-4 minutes of my life, Michael busted in the ride area and got our sweet baby off that ride. Michael told him he was so proud of him and what a big boy he was. Avery tried to act brave but when he walked over to me he fell into my arms and burst into tears. He said "dat motorcycle hurt my feewings!!". I wanted to cry. My poor baby has never been so scared. Glad Mommy, Daddy and Avery survived! Michael did say how that was the worst judgement call we have made yet as parents. Sorry but no more carnival rides for our Avery.
Pics from before the ride of death started:
Brave face.
Trying to stop his lip from quivering.
"Oh shit, what have I got myself into?"
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