Horses and Slides, Oh My!

Jeffrey, Mads and I hit up the first carnival of the summer! After overpriced pizza and soft serve, it was time for rides.

Hi, Mommy!

After the horses, which had to be ridden twice, Mads pointed out the ginormous slide. I was a little wary of the slide, I mean, the thing is seriously huge. I figured Mads would get half-way up the steps and freak out, or even make it the whole way to the top and freak out.

At the start:

Trudging up:

Get ready:

Set:

GO!

So Mommy was wrong again. She loved the slide. I need to start giving that kiddo a little more credit.

After picking the three worst ducks in the duck game and fishing out the worst shark in the fishing game, we headed home with our cheap prizes and an empty wallet. The look on my silly family's faces coming down that slide sure made it worth every penny though!

*Seriously though, on the price of carnival rides these days! Each ticket was $1, and you needed three tickets for each ride. That's six bucks for Jeffrey and Madelynn to ride the carousal one time! Makes seventy-five cents for a mall ride seem more than reasonable. Robbery, I tell you.

Mason is Two!

Mason's birthday party was yesterday.

Mads had a ton of fun at first:

But it didn't take her long to make the birthday boy cry. Sorry, Mason.

Mads was hot and grumpy. Things really went downhill when she started falling asleep on the play equipment.

We had to leave before cake and presents, but it was a fabulous alphabet party! Happy Birthday, Mason!

I See London, I See France

I see Dora underpants! All this time I've been working on manners, I should have been trying to instill the importance of panty-modesty.

What a lady, right? You can't show your undies and your belly while filing your nails. It just isn't done.

Every day she looks less like a baby and more like a little girl. I mean, check out those huge feet! Where does the time go?

The Creek

Jeffrey and I had an extra toddler today, and since it was sweltering, we thought it best to get them into some water. ASAP.

I didn't have any swim trunks for Mason, so we had to improvise with a pair of Madelynn's most masculine looking shorts.

He looks manly, right?

The creek was freezing, but those kiddos had a blast.

Miss Manners

Unfortunately I'm not one of those super-cool people who can burp on demand, but if I were, you would hear her say "excoos me!" It doesn't matter that she excuses herself when other people burp, it only matters that she does it. :)

Doh

I have an aversion to Play-Doh. Don't get me wrong, I used to love the stuff when I was the one playing with it. In fact, I have a very fond, vivid memory of sitting on the deck pushing Doh into little plastic men. The little men shot Play-Doh out of their heads so I could cut it off with little plastic scissors. That was a fabulous toy. Now when I touch Play-Doh, I can't help but gag at the awful smell. I have nightmares about the little pieces that fall off and get stuck in beige carpet. The type A in me shudders at the thought of the colors getting mixed. Ugh Play-Doh, fun for kids, panic attack for mothers.

So I bought Mads some Play-Doh. Hey, fond memories are worth a few heart palpitations.

I made cats and puppy dogs:

And Mads made smooshed Play-Doh:

Only a tiny bit of green ended up mixed with the orange, so the whole ordeal was less stressful than I had thought it would be. I guess Play-Doh isn't that bad. Well, as long as it's done outside of course, and with an adult close-by to keep the colors separated.