Fair Fun

Last Friday, Brian and I made a spur-of-the-moment decision to take Blair to the fair in Perry that afternoon. The weather was perfect, and none of us had ever been to this particular fair. I wasn't sure how Blair would react to all the sights and smells ... the fair can be a teensy bit overwhelming to think about, let alone experience.

She did great! We got there just as the draft horse show was starting, and she loved seeing all the beautiful horses prance around the arena.

Next we had to find a horse that she could actually ride ... from the moment that I picked her up from daycare and told her where we were going, all she could talk about was riding a pony. And, after she finally got that first ride out of her system, I dare say that she would have been as happy as could be if we had just rode the pony for the whole evening!

The petting zoo was next ... this was by far the most impressive petting zoo I'd ever seen. They had a baby giraffe, a miniature zebra, a miniature donkey (my fave), and everything else "mini" that you could imagine ... and some that you probably wouldn't have imagined. Of course Blair was drawn to the petting zoo after getting a glimpse of the tiniest pony I've ever seen. He couldn't have been more than four feet tall and sooo cute! We were supposed to go through and feed all the animals in order, but we had to go straight for the pony first, then throw some bows to make our way back to the beginning so we could feed the other animals. Here she is feeding the very well-mannered giraffe.

After we scarfed down some yummy fair food, she and Brian decided to ride the scrambler. You know, the one that just spins you around in circles really fast? She liked it OK, but Brian was a little green when he stepped off! Then she wanted to ride this ski lift thingy that took you slowly over the whole fair. It seemed harmless enough, even to a mommy who is admittedly horrified of heights. Two feet off the ground, however, and I started freaking. Hands sweating, hyperventilating freaking. So of course Blair caught a glimpse of the terror on my face and decided that she didn't like it either. She screamed bloody murder, and I felt HORRIBLE on top of being horrified. Brian and I finally got her calmed down and she wound up enjoying it ... she even tried to console me several times.

"It's OK mommy. Look at the pretty lights! It's OK."

After what seemed like two hours of imagining my whole family plummeting to the ground, we finally arrived safely on the ground.

We had an apple dumpling with ice cream to celebrate. Blair got really upset that Brian got "yucky" apple stuff on the ice cream and proceeded to melt down. So, we decided that our first trip to the fair had run its course. Naturally, we had to visit the prize winning cows on the way out.