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przedIt's been a whirlwind weekend.
We swept up to my mom's straight after work on Friday, spent Saturday doing assorted errands for my mom (the Sweetie and Ros put in valiant effort raking my mom's rather large yard; I did some grocery shopping and topped up the fluids in her car) and assorted shopping for ourselves (the Sweetie found much-needed winter boots and a jacket for himself, I found awesome if expensive gloves for myself that I'd better not lose).
Then this morning it was up at six, drive home, and then I took Ros straight to the Royal Winter Fair. (The Sweetie hates the fair and did nothing but bitch about it the one time he came with us, so he is banned from attending until further notice.)
It was an awesome day, with much feeding of farm animals, watching of horses, and eating of awesome if quesitonable foods. (I wait each year for the baked apple dumplings with ice cream and the potato rosti.) Ros was a trooper, which is awesome considering we were there from 1:30 to 7:30. But she completely passed out five seconds after I got the car started. (She was all "Mommy! I'm going to sing along with Take That! ::starts singing Shine:: ::passes out:: Zzzzzzzzz.)
I got some great photographic evidence, which I shall share before I pass out myself.
In past years, Ros loved the petting zoo, but she always talked me into feeding the animals for her. This year, she was totally into feeding them herself. (She would have blown all our money on animal food if I'd let her.)
Ros sitting on the fake horse in the kids' equestrian safety exhibit. Considering there is no way we could afford to have her ride, I shouldn't be encouraging her love of horses, but I can't help myself. (I was a horse-mad kid myself, so I sympathize.)
Ros in jockey gear.
We swept up to my mom's straight after work on Friday, spent Saturday doing assorted errands for my mom (the Sweetie and Ros put in valiant effort raking my mom's rather large yard; I did some grocery shopping and topped up the fluids in her car) and assorted shopping for ourselves (the Sweetie found much-needed winter boots and a jacket for himself, I found awesome if expensive gloves for myself that I'd better not lose).
Then this morning it was up at six, drive home, and then I took Ros straight to the Royal Winter Fair. (The Sweetie hates the fair and did nothing but bitch about it the one time he came with us, so he is banned from attending until further notice.)
It was an awesome day, with much feeding of farm animals, watching of horses, and eating of awesome if quesitonable foods. (I wait each year for the baked apple dumplings with ice cream and the potato rosti.) Ros was a trooper, which is awesome considering we were there from 1:30 to 7:30. But she completely passed out five seconds after I got the car started. (She was all "Mommy! I'm going to sing along with Take That! ::starts singing Shine:: ::passes out:: Zzzzzzzzz.)
I got some great photographic evidence, which I shall share before I pass out myself.
In past years, Ros loved the petting zoo, but she always talked me into feeding the animals for her. This year, she was totally into feeding them herself. (She would have blown all our money on animal food if I'd let her.)
Ros sitting on the fake horse in the kids' equestrian safety exhibit. Considering there is no way we could afford to have her ride, I shouldn't be encouraging her love of horses, but I can't help myself. (I was a horse-mad kid myself, so I sympathize.)
Ros in jockey gear.
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Date: 2011-11-07 10:33 am (UTC)I loved going to the Royal Show when I was growing up - until the heat and crowds started triggering migraines. Kinda took the fun out of it.
I was mad about horses as a kid, was allowed to go to riding camp a few times, and begged and begged my mum for a horse and then (and now I'm a parent I look back and am absolutely gobsmacked) when I was ten my mum bought me the horse I'd ridden the last couple of times I'd been to the camp, I think because he was ten and probably due to be sent to the knackers shortly. And while it was a great experience for ME, I think my mum probably spent way too much of her time having to look after the horse when I was too busy/lazy as a teenager. I certainly laughed and laughed when Bunny went through a stage of begging me for one.
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Date: 2011-11-07 01:37 pm (UTC)We don't get the heat for our shows, but the crowds can be overwhelming. But I found out the hard way that the weekends are much better than the weekdays. (All those school groups. Yikes!)
Your mum was clearly a saint. I'd love to get Ros riding, but the cost is crazy here. (A hundred bucks a lesson!) I'll also be laughing if Ros ever starts a campaign for a horse.
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Date: 2011-11-10 04:57 am (UTC)