Living in Texas you might assume that we all wear hats and ride horses, and while this might be true some of the time in my house, it isn't necessarily true everywhere. Our little Blue enclave in our really big Red state isn't really much of a rodeo town.
Never let it be said that would stop us from going!
Miss Thing decided she might do Mutton Bustin'
There was, however, no deferral when it came to the sugar laden,
stomach flipping crazy fest that is the carnival.
You will notice there on Miss Things wrist a band. All hail the mighty wristband.
This tiny little strap of nylon and plastic freed me to say yes to everything.
Wristbands aren't cheap folks, but I believe it to be the best waste of money I have spent in the last few months.
The carnies got to say no if there was a height restriction and I was the Mom who for 5 long hot sweaty hours who said "Yes you may" to the perpetual question "Can I ride that one?"
My weird children started out on the caterpillar mini-roller coaster.
then Miss Thing haaaaddddd to drive the pink Barbie car
This is my new favorite picture of Super Son flying his own hot air balloon
The fun house
I rode just about every ride with them.
My stomach was displeased my with antics.
The pirate ship was the last straw.
This one required some convincing both to my progeny and to my stomach.
"Come on kids, this was my favorite when I was little. You're gonna love it!"
Miss Thing had doubts
"You see, we just sit in our seats and the boat swings up
then it swings down. It's just a bigger version of the swing set at home."
Then I realized I was sitting directly across from this kid.
Based on the noises and the way his cousin was laughing at him he was not a voluntary participant.
but the faces this kid was making cracked me up.
By the end he was having some fun
and most importantly he didn't yak.
I was sitting directly across from him after all.
and wouldn't you know it was one of Miss Thing's two favorite rides.
We only had time for one more thing before the actual Rodeo started and Miss Thing was determined to ride a bull.
She's hardcore like that.
Super Son was sufficiently impressed with her prowess.
"Mamma, she stayed on for 15 whole seconds!"
And then we were off to the Rodeo.
My country tis of thee
Sweet land of Liberty...
I will stop singing now
I know a good chiropractor
These weirdos were all dressed up like one of the Rodeo Clowns.
I could totally do that
in my dreams.
Although I once rode a horse that did that and I managed to hang on.
There was no form or grace to it, a lot of screeching
and a surprising amount of bad language.
Miss Thing says she wants to do this rather than Mutton Bustin'
But in truth she ended up doing this
Super Son thought she was crazy. She missed all the fun.
She got carried out to the car and remains convinced that she got the sweeter deal.
G'night Rodeo Fans...until next year.