Cumberland County Fair
So it turns out that a super-nice perk of homeschooling is that you can finish your schoolwork at 11:30 on a beautiful Monday, get in the car, and go to the county fair. And you’re there with the best weather ever, and there’s essentially no one else there.
Here we are, feeding some goats. See how the place is pretty much deserted? So nice. (Um, let me amend to say that I’m sure it’s better for the vendors and all if the fair is packed, but for us, especially with our huge honkin’ stroller, it was great to have it be so quiet.)
Here’s Henry on the Bungee Jump. I told him he had to jump really high because it counted as gym.
She looks relatively happy, doesn’t she? This was 30 seconds before the carousel started and she started wailing and jumped into my arms. And can you see the look on Zuzu’s face in the background? Apparently that look means, “As soon as this carousel starts, I’m going to throw a tantrum. That should be fun.” If you look closely, you can see that there’s a stationary bench right behind us, but who knew that merry-go-rounds would be quite so dizzy-making? I found it completely impossible to carry one screaming girl under each arm, turn around, and make it to that bench. So we just stood there. Not my favorite part of the fair.
Here are the boys, about to go on this grownup hang glider ride. Henry had his eyes closed the whole time, and Eli’s face had a look of pure horror, and I could swear I saw him mouthing the word, “Help.” I was stricken. I was sure they were going to get off and either barf or burst into tears. I stood there at the gate, arms wide open, ready to tell them how proud I was that they went on such a scary ride. Instead, they ignored my waiting arms and said in unison, “That. Was. Awesome.” And then they went on again. Shows what I know.