I didn't mean to leave you hanging about Fairy Mountain. I do have photos, only I haven't had time to upload them from the camera--goal for tomorrow and/or the weekend.
It was, it seems, all she dreamed it would be: farms animals galore, rides (her first merry-go-round, her first ferris wheel with Mommy & Daddy, an elephant ride that went up like the airplane ride, a caterpiller ride by herself), and, of course she got to ride the pony--twice! She was a happy little girl. And the rain even waited until we sat down under a tent to eat.
Now, several days after the fair, what does she remember most? What does she talk about and laugh about as she's going to sleep? The chicken that spilled its water causing the cardboard bottom of its cage fall apart and making a splashing mess. Boy was that funny stuff. At the time we could barely drag her away from it. And every night since she has told me the story, unable to contain her laughter over the incident.
It's the little things, I guess. Isn't that the great thing about kids--they remind us of those little pleasures?
Yet, already the excitement of the fair has been overshadowed by none other than...
The purchase of a new pair of sneakers. With Dora on the sides and Boots on the back.
She won't let these shoes out of her sight. She sleeps cuddling them and puts them on immediately upon waking. The first night, she even stripped down to her birthday suit and these shoes. I would have taken a picture to post but didn't want to encourage weirdos to visit my site. Believe me, though, it was a sight to behold.
I wonder what will be the next great thing in her life.
My upcoming 20th High School Reunion (gulp), where she has been promised she can dance with her Daddy? Who knows? I'll keep you posted.