The First Carnival

After church we went home and I ran into the house with a car full of sleeping kids and told Oma to let’s go to JCP to return the curtains and while you’re doing that I’ll check out the price of the carnival they have there.

Somehow when we got there, it was decided I should return the curtains and check out the carnival while she and the kids sat in the car. Okay and like clockwork as I was getting out of the car, the baby woke up and started crying and asking if she could go with me. I told her I would be right back and left the crying baby to be dealt with by Oma.

The carnival - - Good grief, why are those things so expensive? Thirty tickets for $25. Okay, I’ll take that except every ride requires three to four tickets. Are you kidding me?! But it was the first time, my kids had ever been to a carnival and I had always been meaning to take them to one so I went for it. I bought the tickets, then ran inside JCPenney’s to return the curtains. When I made it back to the car, Jory and Oma were trying to get the double stroller open and everyone was out the car.

I showed them how to open it, then Jory got in the car and changed into shorts, then we were off. Thirty tickets doesn’t get you far when the rides for Jory, who was too big for the rides the girls went on, and too little for the big kid rides, required four tickets; and it was six tickets for the girls to ride. So I found myself back at the booth buying more tickets. I was particularly annoyed when we got to the Ferris Wheel and saw that you had to ride with a partner and another kid Jory’s age and size couldn’t be his partner so I had to use eight tickets so Oma could ride with him.

But as we were waiting for Oma and Jory to get off the wheel, I picked up the baby and kissed her face as she giggled and Rowan happily sucked her thumb and watched the Ferris Wheel. As I snuggled with Layla, enjoyed the weather, I prayed that my TTT would have days like these with their own children and that they could remember this day forever.