Friday morning we took Connor on his field trip to Grant's Farm. (He's been going to day camp at the Y this summer. Each week has a different theme. Last week's theme was "Down on the Farm".) It was the best day! The weather was decent and the animals were really active--which probably means we're about to have another earthquake. The tortoises were up and about. One of them even charged at us. Well, as much as a gargantuan turtle can charge, that is. The bald eagles normally just sit on their perch, so still that you wonder if they're alive. Well, this time, they were moving about and "talking". I think Connor's favorite part was riding the tram from the parking lot through the farm acreage to the animals. Second to that was probably feeding the goats, although he did not enjoy the part where a baby goat thought it should eat Connor's t-shirt. No harm done, though. I managed to get the shirt out of the goat's mouth unscathed. So we still have a really ugly lime green YMCA of Jefferson County T-shirt. Yay!
Here are some pictures from our fun day:
After our excursion to Grant's Farm, we grabbed some lunch (Lion's Choice--yum!) and headed home for a nap (all four of us). Once nap time was over, we had a rollicking good time playing hide-n-seek. Daddy helped Connor find the best hiding spot--in our hamper, which was very full. It would have been a great spot, if Connor could have kept from giggling:
After hide-n-seek, we headed to the park for the "Tri-City Firecracker Extravaganza", where the funnel cakes, cotton candy and snow-cones abounded. And, as an added bonus, since it was in Festus, it was quite hoosier-ific. Let's just say that between Grant's Farm in the a.m. and the Firecracker Extravaganza in the p.m., I have met my quota of muffin-top and second-hand smoke exposure for the rest of the year. I have never seen so many people pushing strollers with their left hand and holding a beer in their right. Okay, the Parent-of-the-Year selection committee is now adjourned. Now we return you to your regular blog programming.
Anyway, Connor had a blast riding the kiddie rides. I, however, could have used some anti-anxiety medication. It was a bit nerve-wracking to watch my first-born step up onto rides that I'm certain were unloaded from the truck and reassembled for the hundred-thousandth time just mere hours earlier. (You know those guys put the rides together and have like a dozen left-over nuts and bolts each time.) But, none of the rides collapsed with him on them, and he had a blast, so I guess it was worth the anxiety as well as the $9worth of tickets. His favorite was the Dragon Wagon, aka the tiny roller coaster. Unfortunately, it was getting dark and the ride was too fast for my camera, so I didn't get the greatest pictures of him riding. (He's the too cool one in shades.)
He also really enjoyed the mini ferris wheel. Again, he's the one in shades at 7:30/8:00 at night.
(Amy D-I mean, S--this one's for you!)So, after the rides and what turned out to be the absolute best funnel cake I've ever tasted, we staked out a spot to watch the fireworks. Unfortunately, Zoe, Aidan Xavier, and their mom and aunt found the same place, which happened to be in the sand next to the slide.
How do I know their names, you ask? Well, I know Aidan Xavier's name, because several times his mother had to ask where he was (from the top of the slide, in the dark, on the playground that was .005 mile from a flooded creek). Actually, now that I think about it, I'm not certain that Aidan Xavier is his name. It might be AidanXavierWhereAREYou!?.
But don't worry, they found him.
Every time.
And his big sister Zoe was quite the little sand-charmer. She could make it rain sand on me and my children while we attempted to watch the fireworks. Once I asked Zoe to quit, her mother sort of made her leave us alone.
After about a gazillion bug bites, we hiked back to the mom-mobile and went home. All in all, it was a perfect day (with the notable exceptions of Zoe and Aidan Xavier). Unfortunately, spending the day having fun did not help me to get through all of the junk that is slowly taking over our basement as we prepare for our upcoming garage sale. But I figure the junk will still be there later--the fireworks won't.
2 comments:
Oh hey, looks like you were up as late as me!! (we could've been scrapbooking!)...
Okay, would it be out of line if I added to the hoosier criteria? Let's add tube tops, tank tops (by women who lost breast elasticity about 30 years ago), off-brand cigs, can coozies, & people with at least five tattoos (one's okay by the way ;)
And PS the lime-green shirt is not ugly.
That looks like a great family day! You know, I try to remind myself on these kinds of days that this is what I'll remember when the kids are grown and gone. Not the days when they try to kill each other or give me a splitting headache with their blood-curdling screaming. Glad you guys had so much fun!!
Oh, and we can sure come up with a good hoosier-iffic counterpart down here. Except down here, they proudly display their confederate flags, have Skoal rings on their jeans, and are married to their own distant relatives. We call them rednecks. ;)
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