A Fair and A Bear

Edmund and A Bear

Despite two sicknesses and Edmund's new found ability to throw prize-winning temper tantrums, the Pattishalls have managed to have a myriad of adventures over the past two weeks. Steven and I both took off from work last week and got to explore many a thing in NC. Unfortunately, I'll probably only document two of our adventures as memories are fleeting fast, what with my mommy brain and all. We made the decision not to take a laptop on vacation, which made for a much more relaxing time, but means you won't get a second-by-second recap. Come on, you know you wanted one.

The first day of our vacation we headed to Raleigh for the annual NC State Fair. The last time Steven and I went was the year before Edmund was born. Since we had a weekday to take Edmund this year we decided better now than never. For a Tuesday morning, the fair was packed, but we did find space to maneuver the stroller. Edmund was just getting over a cold, so any suggestion of activity was met with a whine and a big, loud "NO." I do believe Edmund enjoyed seeing the pink piglets and grand champion bunnies (one of which he named Puppy) despite his huffing and puffing.

On our last excursion to the State Fair I stumped the carnie at the Guess My Age booth so much I won two prizes. I was 26 at the time and he pegged me for 14. I had grand plans to win Edmund a prize this time, but not only was the guesser within his allotted 3 years, but he aged me 2 years. I guess that's what a child will do to you. Steven said it's because I wasn't in jeans and a t-shirt this time. I've always hated how people think I'm 16, but I don't want to look older than I am either. To make matters worse, no prize for Edmund. Fortunately, we did locate a "win a prize every time" game in the Kiddieland section. Of course we know that means pay $2 for a 50 cent toy, but Edmund relished his chance to catch a fish. In actuality he couldn't get enough of splashing in the water. In the end he "won" a small, white bear, which he descriptively named "A Bear." He seems to be inheriting his naming skills from his mother. We can all be thankful Steven stopped me from naming Edmund "A Baby."

We finished our morning at the fair with some requisite fair food. Steven got a funnel cake, Edmund got a foot-long hot dog, and I got my caramel apple. This writing makes our day sound so peaceful. Stick in a few kicking and screaming fits and you'll get a better picture. A fun morning to be sure, but we have definitely hit the terrible twos.