When I was a little girl, Grandma and B-ma took me to the Oktoberfest each year. I've continued that tradition now with you . . . your first you were but 6 months old, and your second - 18 months.
It was mostly you riding in your stroller being dazzled by the lights [and combating all the "oohs and ahhs" of everyone who looked in your direction and was awed by your adorableness.]
This year was different. This year you actually were able to get on a few of the rides. Most of them were geared for older children . . . much to my dismay - as you cried to get on this contraption that went very high into the air and then flipped upside down and then plummeted back to earth again. [seriously] Yes. You cried to ride it. [seriously] We made it through though, and you managed to quite enjoy a pirate ship and a caterpillar that went around and around on a track.
I figure I've got another good ten years of explaining/convincing you that you aren't big enough to ride "those" rides. Yep. Ten years . . . I'm going with it.
In Our Front Yard
Your First Ride
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