He’s going to kill me for this picture. Sorry, honey, but this is one of those memories that’s going to be funny and sweet someday. He does own nicer sunglasses–in fact, he’s owned multiple pairs in our almost nine years of marriage. They just happen to be broken or impossible to locate at any given moment when they are needed. The only pairs that survive and are to hand, invariably, are the cheap rest-area purchases, the kind that you find after assessing the variously horrifying options available at the only store for miles when you’re on a road trip or at the beach. So this is part of our children’s childhood–and I do think it’s a pretty nice picture of him in spite of the sunglasses.
Over Labor Day weekend we spent a happy morning riding on ponies, a carousel, a haywagon, and a miniature train, and I brought home some nice pictures of Daddy and our small fry–along with plenty of shots of their rapt faces taking in the wonders. B reminded us frequently, and severely, that he “didn’t go there for a VERY long while.” We have been soundly chastised. Next summer, we go more often.
Girlie insisted on clinging tightly to Daddy’s hand on the carousel. It’s not a new experience for her, but I think she seized the opportunity to wrap her Daddy around her little finger. Literally.
“Hold me,” she says to us piteously, when she really wants to wring our hearts. “Hold me.” We oblige, of course.
C is very serious about any ride. He’s probably figuring out how all this machinery works.
I didn’t manage a picture of E on her pony ride because I was hurrying to keep pace beside her, but I caught some of the boys. I love C’s grip on the saddle horn, and his nonchalant expression.
Here it comes!
Waiting to board. Her brothers have fully convinced her that trains are amazing.
The kids got their train fix, Mama got her photo-shooting fix and saw my babies ride a pony (I feel about horses the way they feel about trains), and we all traipsed around outside together. That was a good family day.