Friday, October 10, 2008

Apple Fest 2008

Forgive me, I'm almost a week behind on this post. I'm such a slacker!

Last Saturday, we went to the annual Apple Fest in Grant's hometown. We go every year, mainly to get apple cider, cotton candy, and funnel cake. Now that we have kids, we go for them.

To start off our day, we did the baby contest for the second time. I oh-so-reluctantly put Lexie in it last year, mainly because it was held at a nursing home, and for the elderly. My mother-in-law begged for us to do it, so we did. It was fun, the elderly were happy, and I figured we'd do it this year, since this is the last year she "qualifies." Well....let me just tell you...some of these moms take baby contests a BIT too seriously.

Unlike my child. She didn't want to be there. She wanted to run. Mainly to the inflatable Nemo look-alike that was hanging from a booth behind us.

After I "paraded" her in front of the judges, which she stared down with her trademark arched-eyebrow expression, we were all called to line up in front of the judges table, so they could make a decision. When we got to the front, we were shoved, not once, but TWICE out of line.

We found ourselves stuck behind a glued together line of shoving mothers. Lexie and I stared at each other for a moment, and she pointed to inflatable Nemo. I happily walked away from the contest, and took her to the "fishy" booth where her brother won her the Nemo. She was a happy camper, and that's all that matters to me.

Obviously pageants are not in our future. I'm just not cut out for it.

The rest of the day was fun. We looked at the booths, and ate carnival food. Dylan got his hair sprayed blue, played some games, climbed into a fire truck, and ran through an obstacle course bounce house. Getting him away from said obstacle course was difficult, and now I feel horrible mommy guilt over not letting him do it again. The promise of cotton candy made him feel much better.

The four of us were quiet and happy while walking back to the car.
I chowed down on my funnel cake and sipped my homemade rootbeer, all the while eyeing up my huge bag of cotton candy in the stroller basket.
Dylan scarfed down his cotton candy, and clutched his balloon, candy bag, fire hat, and inflatable alien in his sticky fists.
Lexie had her "fishy" hugged tightly to her chest, and kept pointing at her "ba-oon" and asking for Dylan's cotton candy.
Grant...well...Grant was out of breath from the exertion of pushing the sit and stand stroller filled with almost 60 lbs of kids, gallons of apple cider, and an insanely heavy diaper bag. Poor guy.

Well, at least the rest of us were happy.


1 comment:

  1. Yikes, those pageant moms are crazy! I was laughing while you described your DH pushing the stroller full of stuff...reminds me of us everytime we go somewhere. LOL

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