Summer Fun

I'm starting to slide back into my old blogging ways! But rest assured, the only reason you haven't heard from me is because we are having lots of fun this summer!

Last week we went to another fair about an hour down the road. We found a great new thrift shop on our way there, and the fair itself was just the right size for my boys. Firstborn walked in insisting that this was the year he was going to ride the Skyscraper and the Zipper, but one bounce on the frog ride for toddlers and he decided the big rides were not yet for him. Apparently the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. I took one ride on the little kids' roller coaster, and felt queasy for the next 30 minutes. I also screamed louder than any of the 3 year-olds on the ride every time we rounded the corner. Even Firstborn was embarrassed! I think it's safe to say that this kind of thing is more our speed:


And of course, the most important part of visiting the fair is eating all those overpriced, trans-fat laden fair snacks. Those mini donuts are like crack! 


As you can see, Firstborn's caramel apple was a big hit. I've promised to make him some at home. RB looks rather serious (ironically, the happiest, smiley-est child on the planet has trouble smiling for the camera!), but he's actually just protecting his box of popcorn.

We came home exhausted, rested up over the weekend, and now we're ready for another week of summer adventures! Stay tuned!

Comments

Glenda said…
What great pictures of the boys! Always love seeing how much they have grown!
July 15, 2013 at 6:23 AM
Debra She Who Seeks said…
Ya big wuss! Seriously, though, I probably would have screamed louder than you, LOL.
July 15, 2013 at 6:21 PM
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