We went to the Cate's future school's carnival this evening. She had a lot of fun and, for me, the coolest thing was that the girls she was playing with this past weekend recognized her and excitedly said hello to her. Nonetheless, she chose to stay with me and we checked out all of the booths. She got her face painted, hair beads put in (purple, her favorite color), played some games to win prizes and bought a few items at the "general store".
Max was a freak about wanting to get into the moon walk castle. We had to wait through two three-minute sessions before it was our turn. Tears were rolling and he was shaking because he couldn't get in there soon enough. For him, it was like being in the naughty corner three times over. Once his turn came up, he was grinning from ear to ear, drooling because his smile was so big. I dreaded the moment when his three minutes was up. He refused to come out, so I had to go in to get a very spastic boy out of there. He just never recovered for the rest of the evening. So eventually, Kyle and Max went out to the car while Cate and I frittered away her tickets.
I was relieved that when I was ready to go, Cate was ready as well. I anticipated a struggle from her, but I actually think she was a bit overwhelmed by all of the kids and grown-ups bustling around and just wanted to get back to our quiet home.
It also made bedtime smoother too! Go figure...
Cate insisted I take her picture with all of her new accessories:
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Carnivals and fairs always seem to go 50-50. Half the time, it's great, half the time, it's a nightmare kid-wise. Or, when you have 2 kids, it can do a little of each!!!
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