So today I was ready for good times with the boys. We started off at the 'truck show', for lack of a better name. It was really, really cool. All sorts of trucks and even cars and other riding contraptions were put on display and the kids got to get on/in/play with, honk horns, turn on police car lights, etc...a huge free for all. Garbage truck, electric truck, bulldozers, bus/trolley, and on and on...Zachary had a blast getting Dad on the police video while Owen twisted the screen all around to get a better look. And of course there was popcorn, lemonade, cotton candy and hot dogs...perfect way to start the day, right? So being the nice mommy that I am, I let the boys junk it up. Then Owen headed to Grammy's house for naptime while Zach, Kev and I headed to the fair.
I had packed my wallet and camera in a back pack, b/c I thought it would be easier to tote around than a purse, and besides, my purse weighs about 2.3 tons. Without a camera. However, this choice to leave the purse behind ended up being mistake number 2. Mistake number 1 happened much earlier, unbeknownst to me, and I even had a chance to rectify it when we stopped home to get clean clothes for Owen. But mommy was on a roll.
At the fair, Zach was informed that he was now in charge and it was he was 'calling the shots'. He played games, went through a few fun houses, ate an egg roll and drank an Orange Crush. Looked at the animals, inspected a few preserved fish floating in jars and was even given permission to eat 'deep fried eclairs' although I DID manage to suggest he rethink that decision and he opted for the non-fried version. Still going strong, he was looking around for more games to play (although mommy said NO we are NOT taking home any goldfish!) and after a successful ride on the Dizzy Dragons, mommy made the biggest mistake of all.
"Hey Zach! Let's go ride the swings!" You know, the swings that go around in a wide circle and are just a gentle sort of ride that lift you into the air so you can relax and feel like you are flying? Yeah, these swings weren't quite like that. He took some convincing b/c they looked a little harsh, swinging almost sideways and going kind of fast, but mommy was sure they wouldn't be as bad as they looked.
He got on. They started up. He started laughing nervously, then screaming and being a bit dramatic. After a minute or two mommy realized "Ugh, this thing is really fast and REALLY sideways. I hope it doesn't last too long." Then mommy realized Zach wasn't making ANY noise. He was in the swing in front of her, and he was sitting very stiff, holding his head fighting the forces pulling it down. She knew. She KNEW. It all hit her, how very messed up it really was. This is a kid with known motion sickness. A kid who left the house without taking motion sickness medication, even though mommy knew what sorts of things to expect from a FAIR. A kid who could rely on mom to carry motion sickness medication in her purse...you know, the purse she left behind? A kid who just scarfed an egg roll, an orange crush and 3 miniature eclairs, on the heels of chips and cotton candy. And she forced him onto the swings of death! THE longest ride at that damned fair.
OMG. He couldn't even stand up when that thing finally stopped. I think he would have cried if he'd had enough energy, he was just too miserably to do much more than moan. I helped him climb piggy back style onto Kevin's back where he asked to just go home. And he said he was NEVER going to the fair. Ever again.
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Aw! Poor Zach! I hope he felt better soon and that your sunburns weren't too bad. I wish I could rock a little black sundress like you do - and at the fair, no less!
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