at the fair

wow. i hope i was a good kid when my parents took me to the fair. talk about overstimulation! it seems that no matter how many rides the kids go on, or how many games they play, or how many treats they have, it is never enough. we ended up leaving with two broken-hearted girls. one child devastated over a lost balloon, the other because we didn't go on all the rides, or play all the games. i suppose it is an improvement over last year (except to the wallet). now both the girls are big enough to go on the same rides. and last year gwynneth the daredevil was not tall enough to go on most of them, while timid rhiannon would try them and cry. this year i was content to sit and watch as the kids (including norman) went on the rides. i must be getting old. the girls had a blast on all the rides they went on, but as you can see from the photo- gwynneth is not all the daredevil she pretends to be, and rhiannon has abondoned her fears. surprise.