We hit the Reading Fair for the second weekend in a row. The fairgrounds are about an hour from our house, and they have a good selection of kiddie rides. You pay for admission, and then ride as many times as you want. The lines were never too bad, but my 6-year-old was less into doing the rides than the games. I’m not a big fan of carnival games — trying to win cheap toys that fall apart in the car on the ride home. But that’s basically all he wanted to do. So we went fishing for plastic sharks, picked up duckies to see what prizes we won, etc, and yes, the prizes are already mostly broken. Everyone liked funnel cake, though, and there were lots of animals. This second time around we managed to catch a hay bale rolling contest. My boys were transfixed by the sight of several teams of women pushing a large hay bale around an obstacle course. Frankly, I thought it was pretty fascinating too.
In the car on the way home from church Sunday, my 6-year-old asked if I wanted to play a guessing game. OK, I said. “I’m thinking of a number between one and infinity,” he told me. Well, that narrows it down a bit. Fortunately, he likes to see me succeed in these impossible games. “367,” I said. “You’re right!” he said. “Well, it’s not that, but you’re only wrong by 10.”
My husband and I did another late night date night on Friday at Le Virtu. We’re slowly sampling all of Philadelphia’s top restaurants, one 8:45 or 9 p.m. dinner reservation at a time. Our toddler didn’t even know we’d left, and the boys were down to the screen time part of the evening, so they didn’t seem to mind. It was nice to have a conversation with no one asking for more milk. That doesn’t mean it was all high brow conversation though. One topic was why on earth parachute pants were hot on the runways this spring (clearly, women aren’t dressing for the men in their lives if they wear them).
We tried to bike along the Schuylkill River trail on Sunday afternoon. We switched the 3-year-old and 6-year-old off on the kid bike, with the other taking a turn in the Burley with the toddler. It was excruciating. The 3-year-old didn’t complain, but was so slow I would have been better off walking than biking behind him. The 6-year-old was much faster…but complained the whole time about how he didn’t like biking. The toddler just screamed for unknown reasons. So much for that attempted fun family excursion. We may have to wait a few years to bike regularly.
One of our new goldfish died. We buried him in the back yard. This is not an uncommon occurrence — we’ve been through several goldfish — but the 3-year-old was pretty upset by it. The 6-year-old asked if Jesus would come take the fish.
We traded off mornings this weekend, with each of us getting to sleep in once. Sleeping in just means to 8:30 these days, but it still felt pretty good! And I got lucky on my day to cover. We’d all been up late coming back from the fair, so no one woke up before 7:30.
I’m ending the weekend doing a little work on the back porch watching the sunset. In a few months it will be dark and cold in the evenings, so I’m trying to enjoy this possibility while it exists.
How was your weekend?
Photo courtesy flickr user Andy G