After Their Noses Ran
We made it to the Fall Festival! To quote Napoleon Dynamite, "Yessssss!" It wasn't until Sunday afternoon that we got ourselves there, but we did. We did it all-
We had hotdogs, orange drink(aka syrup,) shaved ice, and a funnel cake. I could've hit every stand there, though, and big-time regretted my choice of hotdog when I later spotted the barbecued sandwiches and coleslaw...mmm. Evan probably enjoyed himself the most. He got in one of those huge, inflated jumping things that's probably the equivalent to a large, soft petry dish, breeding all kinds of germs- I mean his were sure in there, so who knows who elses. When his turn was up, I had to pull him out by his ankle, kicking and screaming. Lovely. You should've seen how impressed everyone was! What is it about the more you give a kid, the worse they act...what's that saying? Well it's true. We were also impressed to see him brave the 30ft inflatable slide all by his lonesome. Hilarious to watch such a tiny thing come down in the midst of much bigger kids. Nevermind that he couldn't seem to stay on the cloth he was supposed to ride down on. I mean, I was on pins and needles, most relieved when his pants didn't set on fire- but not only did he not ignite, he seemed to thoroughly enjoy himself.
While Evan was conquering these mountains, Madalyn was insisting on a HUGE orange balloon. Shaun forked out 4 bucks for two- (he's totally wrapped around her pinky finger if ever a dad was.) One of those balloons popped against the heat of the car when I was lifting a kid from the stroller- right in my fluid-harrassed ear, and if I wasn't already deaf going to the carnival, I certainly was coming home. The other balloon we let Evan release into the sky to go and kill sea animals. Like in his Curious George books. He thought that was way-neat.
What else? Oh- the kids got tatoos and played that fishing game where the girl hides and puts stuff on your pole. For the record, Evan has quite a cast and almost pulled down the entire display with his rod. He caught a ball, a rubber frog, and a pad of paper, and was nice enough to pass the frog on to his sister. He's cool like that.
He's also spent a lot of time high-browing his sentences this weekend. He's been saying "actually," and "normally." He hasn't figured out all of his tenses yet, but almost. He still says, "Did Madalyn knock it down? Is that what she dude?" (Instead of did.) And of course, "good grill," is still in regular use. He was also telling Madalyn at the carnival to not get things sticky with her hands and to just be patient, it was okay. "No big deal," is another thing he likes to say. Yeah, that's us- paper plates, plastic cups, and lots of time spent carefree in the nude. Spilled milk? Somebody ate dirt? A whole roll of toilet paper unwound? "No big deal." Jimmy Buffet style. After all, we're Floridians.
