Funnel cake, corn dogs, toasted cheeseburgers, fried oreos and more--junk, junk, junk food galore. Cheapie stuffed animals, ugly prizes, rides that creak and look umpteen thousand years old. The fair. A good, ole' fashioned, street fair, in fact. That's where we spent our Saturday night as a little family of four.
We went on a complete whim. I mentioned it to Declan briefly and without hesitation he's all, sounds good, let's go. As soon as the girls were up, we packed them both up in the car, made the forty minute trip west, and started our little fair adventure.
I have to say, this time, with Em's age, it was definitely fun. She could enjoy a few little rides, and seeing her smile from ear to ear on them as a bystander (because I was on the sidelines with Lucy--Declan got to have all the fun) was way cute. She'd wave as the ride passed me and shout, "There's mommy, HIII MOM!" and I beamed a little with pride at my big girl.
I managed to perfect my Still Trying to Be a Documenter persona, while also playing mom, which I have to say is something I worried I'd lose a little with the addition of another kid. Just, honestly, how will I have hands to take as many photographs anymore? Sounds silly, maybe--but I realized that you just figure it out if it's important enough to you. And thankfully my husband doesn't mind too much when I'm all, hold my camera for a minute, oh, hey can you get my lens cap? okay, let me set the camera right here while I feed Lucy, oh, oh, make sure it doesn't fall--oh, babe, can you give me my camera back, quick...! He's good like that. He realizes my crazy antics and loves me anyway. He realizes it's important to me. Sometimes he'll even pick up the camera himself.
After we walked around, marveled at the weirdness of (some) fair people, made fun of the cheap prized stuffed animals, got a balloon "flower" for Emeline, rode a few crappy rides, watched my kid shove a hotdog down her face so fast so she could have "ice cream, ok, mom?" (which she never ended up getting, oops), and dodged stepping in a half eaten cheeseburger, it was time to pack up and head home.
Fairs are weird. They bring out an interesting crowd of people to say the least. But Saturday night, we were totally in that crowd, and we owned it.
On the drive home, amidst an overtired Lucy meltdown (she'd been an angel the entire night, poor kid), Declan and I couldn't help but smile and talk about the fun we had. It was like we had a little eavesdropper, because from the back seat we hear, "I wanna go back to the fair, dad!"...
and then he said "That was just the beginning, you've got lots of fun fair years ahead of you, baby girl..."
I couldn't help but burst a little in my heart at the thought of all these years of memory making still to come.
bring it on.