We did the fair a little differently this year. We weren't sure we would go due to the weather and baby Annie, so it ended up being a quicker visit than usual but still packed with fun. Lucy and Noah had saved up to get ride bracelets and Lucy kept saying, "I get to ride as many rides as I want for FREE!" I guess we'll work on that concept. It was nice though, I'm glad we did the bracelets this year and will probably continue doing them in the future, just plan in more time for the other stuff...ahem...demo derby...ahem.
With Colors the Clown.
Their elation at riding rides took precedence over my stomach. I know I turned green a few times. Especially on the Dizzy Dragons. What was I thinking? Dizzy was IN the name. We didn't know the boy riding with Lucy but they were having the cutest conversation. I'm glad he was such a good sport.
Waiting in line for 1001 Nachts. This was where my queasiness began. Oh man.
She had to spend a little extra time in the hospital getting her blood sugar sorted out but she's home now and could not be any sweeter. Babies are the best.
While Jen was in the hospital, the kids and I stayed at the Vos home and took care of the rest of those cute babies. Most of them aren't babies anymore, which is sad, but they are so kind, and so helpful,and funny and fun. Each time a new family member arrives and I care for the littles, I think, "How is she going to do this with 5? 6? 7? 8?" and then she comes home and floats in like this angel mother with infinite patience and it seems the world has righted itself. I love learning from my sister the mother.
This fabric is at Hobby Lobby right now and I really want some. I think maybe it wants to be a pillow.
We have had a pet newt since Girls Camp. We are letting it go today.
I made a quilt for baby Annie.
Noah is a really cute boy and likes to say, "Cheese."
Did I tell you Noah likes Frosted Mini-Wheats? He will eat a whole bowl for breakfast, lunch or dinner. The other day, I gave him a bag of them, dry, yes, he will eat them dry, in a little baggie. He dumped most of it on the couch and I said, "Oh Noah! I'll get the vacuum." To which he responded, "No! My tongue is the vacuum!"