The Annual Punkintown Fair

In the midst of all the sadness going on here this past week (read the post below this), I forgot to write about this annual tradition that I’m not so sold on. I walked past my camera tonight and it dawned on me that I hadn’t even put the pictures on my computer. I know, I’m a bad mom. At least I admit it.

So last Saturday was a busy day. I knew this going into it, so I wasn’t too happy to begin with. Throw a toddler that had been having explosive poo for four days on top of it and I was just miserable. And to top it off, I had to get up at the buttcrack of dawn on MY DAY OFF! WTF? Now I’m pissed. We had to be in Clifton Park (45 minutes from here) for 8:30 in the morning to drop my truck off to the place where we bought the camper so they could hook up this “state of the art” hitch that weighs more than my dogs, I swear. I tried to see if my mom could take the girls because this was going to be a two hour process. Oh, no, can’t be that easy. She had a hair and pedicure appointment. Go figure. So what are we going to do with the two girls? Take them to McDonald’s and let them burn energy off in the Playland. That actually worked out well, a lot better than Matt had thought. My mom did stop by and she ended up taking Rowan back to her apartment for a nap. We ended up staying with my mom, ate a late lunch, gave Ro a more formal nap and even gave Brenna a bath there. From there, I took Ro home and picked up Matt and we met my mom, my stepfather and Brenna at the Punkintown Fair.

The Bears were back this year, along with the purple swings and the big slide. Brenna was a little whiny, threw a few tantrums. I was starting to wonder why she deserved to be there in the first place. At one point she was hollering so loud for a band aid because she got a scrape on the bouncy bounce on her elbow. I grabbed the first EMT I could find and begged him for a band aid. He went in his ambulance, grabbed one and gave it to me. He asked me if I wanted another one and I quickly shot back, “What, for her mouth?” He just laughed and replied that he didn’t think the band aid would do and he had left his duck tape at home. Now there’s a guy with a sense of humor! I got to eat my “annual” fried dough and it was good. Rowan wasn’t too shot in the fanny over it. All-in-all it was fun. I did go on a few rides with Brenna. She went on most of them by herself this year! She’s finally tall enough!