It’s official- Susannah is a Chicagoan. Not because she’s been to the lake or complained about the heat or had deep dish…but because she attended her first Parking Lot Carnival.
And she really, really liked it.
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| Yes to everything! |
Nora, quite the daredevil lately, happily fulfilled her longstanding dream of “CAN I DRIVE THE CAR IN THE FRONT SEAT AND HOLD THE STEERING WHEEL?!” (This was surprising for two reasons: 1) She eked by on the height requirement. I think she was actually stretching. And 2) Not ten minutes prior, she had clung to me on the carousel, telling me she didn’t like her horse any longer.
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| I am still somehow in the backseat! |
Nora and I waved at the townspeople (like the toothless chain-smoker who offered me parenting advice and the girl selling the four dollar corndog). I liked this ride. It made me feel like a giantess.
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| Hi, townspeople. |
And Nora eventually really liked the carousel. Because- come on– it’s a carousel. And this horse is bringin’ it. (Also, are you shocked at how many pictures I’m featured in?)
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| The horse is shocked, too. |
Zuzu had her first corndog. Don’t let the sleepy eyes fool you. She and I “shared” one. I got maybe three bites in before she almost ate my hand.
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| No, really. Take your bite. I’ll wait. |
And we brought this guy, too. We let him do that all-too-male thing of plummeting to the earth for no discernible reason. Boys.
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| I’m pretty sure this voids our policy. |
After a weekend like that (oh, who am I kidding, it was two hours), I’m ready for a rest. Maybe a corndog. Corndog first, then a rest.
Happy Monday.
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