Makin’ Memories
posted by: heathergirl7 @ 8:23 am
Saturday was a good day.
We started bright and early with L and her daughter and did a few hours of garage sales. We didn’t walk away with much, but it was still good times. Then N had a soccer game. After that, we (N and myself) headed to the Parish Fair for a little Mommy & Me time. It was long overdue.
N is not necessarily one to ride rides, and strangely enough, I am okay with that. Not really strange at all – I don’t like riding rides. Especially the ones at little fairs like this. I did my time suffering through the rides with L back in the days of Junior High School – I am done. N has apparantly inherited the lack of love for rides from me, because his father loves them. Still, I am okay with this fact. I’m more than okay with it – at least I’m not forced to ride them with him.
So, it goes without saying that we spent most of our time on games. Well, N spent his time playing games, I spent mine encouraging him, cheering him on, and snapping photos of him. The boy certainly loves to play some games. He doesn’t even care so much about the prizes – thank goodness, because they really suck. He had a real blast going from game to game and very quickly emptying my pockets. It was worth every penny though, to me, to see him have such a good time. And on top of that, we were making memories together, and nothing can replace that.
Once my pockets were nearly empty, we got snowballs and walked around to sightsee a little. We ran into a few people we knew, chit chatted a bit, and carried on. Eventually we found our way to the cows. Man, did it ever stink!! However, I wanted a picture of Noah with a cow or two in the background, and he was very hesitant… He wouldn’t back up anymore than he already was, so I backed up some (I had cows behind me, too!), and managed to snap this picture right after he realized that the cow behind him was kind of eyeballin’ him…
I love that picture. The pure excitement on his face embodies the day for me. This little trip to the rinky dink Parish Fair holds memories that I will treasure for the rest of my life, and I hope he will, too.
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