Every year, the city of Summerville has a fun "fair", called the Flowertown Festival. We have been attending this event since Avery was one year old. Each year, Avery has added on a few new rides to his resume, as his height and bravery grow. This year, he was motivatedy to ride on ALL of the rides, although, he still wasn't quite tall enough for a couple of them. Try explaining that to a four year old who insists he is as big as his daddy!
This was Kayla's second festival. Last year, we went with her little friend Marley and we continued the tradition this year as well. While last year, the girls spent all of their time sitting in strollers, this year they put on their big girl panties and braved the rides that they were tall enough to go on. We started the girls off on the merry-go-round, so we could be with them. Kayla was a little afraid but eventually warmed up to the idea. I was so proud of her!
We started the morning on this little train that is here every single year. At this point, Kayla got on the train, but then she immediately wanted off. She was still a bit wary of portable fair rides.
This is Avery's fourth year riding on "Thomas" the train. I want to point out that this train looks nothing like Thomas the Tank Engine, even though the two passenger cars are also named Annie and Clarabel.
After the carousel ride, the girls decided that they could totally handle the cars that go in a circle AND go up and down! I was so proud of Kayla!
Sidenote: while the kids had a good time in these photos, this was the worst outing I have been on with my children. Between Avery springing two emergency bathroom trips to the outhouses on me, to Kayla insisting she wanted to potty in the outhouses but really just wanted to touch everything, to two kids having total meltdowns later during lunch in a small pizzeria, I was absolutely frazzled (I could go into more detail, but I prefer not to relive it...it might send me into PTSD, lol). They totally ganged up on me!! It was insane. I was so frazzled from this trip that I started crying in the car on the way home (don't judge; all moms have these breakdown moments once in a while!!). Kayla heard me crying and started laughing, while repeatedly telling me, "Hush up, Mom! Hush up, Mom!". Umm...way to be tough, Kayla. Needless to say, I was at happy hour that evening with friends trying to erase the memories of the day. I will choose to look at these photos and focus on the fun that we all had for about 40 minutes that day. :)
Additional sidenote: The only other stressful outing with the kids that was even comparable to this time was when I flew to Cleveland by myself with both kids (3 and 1), had to endure gate changes in the ATL airport at the last minute, which meant that I had to rush through the crowded airport and negotiate that stupid airport train with 2 little kids, AND that same day went to my friend's parents' house in Cleveland, where Avery proceeded to wet his pants immediately on her parents' pristine floors the ONE time I didn't have a change of clothes on me so he remained naked from the waist down for our entire visit. Aaagggh. The joys of parenthood sometimes! I hope I survive it!
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