in the eyes of a stay-at-home-mom, TGIF isn’t really a term that makes a difference in our world. we don’t get saturday’s and sunday’s off. it’s just a continuation of the same ole’, same ole’. but hold up…not this stay-at-home momma.
saturday, we meet again. saturday’s are my favorite. we had an extra jam packed day planned and i wasn’t sure how i was going to swing it all.
well, i swang everything on my list. except i left out blow drying and styling my hair. whatev.
first up was nathan’s hair cut that he sincerely asked for. my boy has the best, long, curly head of hair and i’ve always loved watching him bop around with his locks trailing behind. but, brother had a request the other morning. he looks up at me while i’m brushing his hair and says “can you please cut my hair, mommy…off my neck?”
it’s his head and if he’s annoyed by the hair on his neck, then so am i. besides, he deserves comfort and i wouldn’t deny him his request just because i thought his hair was so cute and long. those toddler and tiara moms would have totally ignored their babies for fear that their looks would be jeopardized. that show freaks me out, by the way.
right after we cut his hair, we went to get him all spray tanned and his teeth whitened. JOKING. just totally bashing that idiot show that makes me want to vomit even though i catch myself watching it, out of pure disbelief.
while we were there, i asked the barber if he could transform my side swiped bangs into blunt bangs. i felt pretty bad-to-the-bone for getting a trim with both kids in the salon. lucy in lap, nathan swiveling in the chair to my right.
BAM!! i love my new bangs.
the highlight of our saturday was most definitely the manatee county fair, that is held yearly.
we fed and admired all the goats, sheep, llammas, cows, zebras, and camels.
sister was all about letting those bad boys eat out of her hand.
nathan was perfectly happy to observe from a six foot radius. brother was pretty mesmorized.
yes, we sat still for a good twenty minutes while we watched some pot-bellied pigs race around a track. talk about cute. i didn’t get a picture of the actual race because i was to busy watching my kids who were watching the pigs.
here is us waiting on the race.
they were majorly amused.
rides, rides, and more rides.
the carasuel is always my favorite.
i love me a classic fair ride and since the farris wheel is out of the question this year (and probably many more years to come), i’ll keep carosuel-ing it up. but when my littles reach that specific height limit, we will make a bee-line from the front gate to that farris wheel. and we will ride it five times, at least.
nathan was timid last year and we had to stop one of the rides that he went on because he was crying. but, this year…he rode that same ride and when he got off, he confidently remarks, “i’m not scared anymore, mommy.” those little memory boxes are much bigger than we give them credit for. i was floored that he remembered being afraid of it last year. he is so cool.
sister had her share of being a little scared this time around. luckily for her, we didn’t have to stop the ride because mommy was there to save the day. that was all she needed…to be scooped up and placed in the crook of my shoulder, followed by a soft kiss to the corner of her eye, and a whisper of “mommy’s got you, you are okay, sweet baby.”
and she was.
this next picture is the absolute best. ever. both of my babies were smiling so hard that their cheeks must still be sore for containing such a burst of happiness. these moments always draw a tear out of my eye. always.
can i just tell you how hard it is to pick out which fair food to go with. i wanted elephant ears. i wanted fried butter. i wanted cheese fries. i wanted pizza. i wanted my babies to have a hay day in a bag of cotton candy. i wanted it all.
but then, i saw the light. i knew that we were going to scratch all the above choices and dive into a massive bag of kettle corn, complete with a freshly squeezed lemonade.
but lawd, i was whooped. i couldn’t get home fast enough and put my babies to bed so i could stay still…until morning. and i did just that. i took my iphone with all my fancy apps to bed and didn’t move. unless you count the sixty three trips to the bathroom. that is definitely a pregnancy symptom that drives me bonkers. i think that is God’s cute little way of preparing mothers of the sixty three times that we will be waking up to feed and check to make sure the baby is breathing. i’m positive of this.
i’m going to refrain from putting this last paragraph in all capitol letters. WHAT THE HECK…NO I’M NOT. I RECEIVED SOME EXCITING NEWS THIS WEEKEND THAT I AM NOT AT LIBERTY TO DISCLOSE AT THIS TIME. I’M SO HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!! I COULD SCREAM. I DID SCREAM, ACTUALLY. I CAN’T WAIT TO BLOG ABOUT IT WHEN I GET THE GREEN LIGHT.
stay tuned. sorry, i’m dying to tell but i can’t.
pause button please!!
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