Tales of life with a girl on the go

In that logic that reflects her particular priorities, I am pretty sure that Reid would report that the best part of the Carp Fair was the ride we took on a yellow school bus. As we were walking back to the car, there was a bus parked at the side of the road to take people who were parked even further away (hard to believe that was possible) to their cars. I asked if Reid could climb aboard and the driver took us for a ride. Poor Ken had to stand at the side of the road in the wind as it started to spit. Reid was in heaven, though.

(Imagine Raffi singing about clapping your crazies out)

It was overcast on Sunday morning and so I was anticipating another wet Walk for Heart but was pleasantly surpised that the skies had cleared by the time we got downtown. Being a bit of a pessimistic family, okay that would be just Ken and me, we took our coats in case it rained. So, we stocked up on free fruit, yogurt and chocolate milk since none of got breakfast before we left. I got the registration time mixed up and so we had to run. Both things seem reasonable until we started the walk and Reid refused to ride in her stroller and so we had a whole bunch of food plus clothing to try to keep track of. Reid wanted me to carry her for quite a bit of the way but eventually walked along the yellow line of the parkway. At one point, when we tried to get a photo of her, she lay on the ground and cried. Another lady took her photo but Ken wouldn’t. She finished the walk in her stroller asleep.

Since the Metcalfe Fair is on next weekend and we will be in Wheatley, Ken. Reid and I went to the Carp Fair after the walk. Reid managed to stay awake for the first 20 minutes of the 40 minute drive (of course) and then slept for an hour in the car in the parking lot.  By the time she woke up the unseasonably warm and sunny day had given way to the wind and cold and overcast day that had been forecast. 

I thought the velour Piglet track suit was cute on the hot day in July when Melissa, Roy and Dylan gave it to Reid but I thought it was *fantastic* when it was so cold and windy. Reid was stylin’ and toasty – now if I can just teach her to keep her hands in her pockets (or I could buy her mittens, I guess). As always, we sought out the animals and there were many – but at the farthest possible point in the fairground from where we had parked. Reid was again boycotting her stroller and insisting I carry her and, given the crowds, I didn’t try to talk her into walking. Carp is a little village that claims to have the “best little fair in Canada” and from the number of competitors in the heavy horse classes, they seem to somewhat justified in the claim. On our way out we stopped at the midway. We rode on a couple of different train rides – who would have thought a fair needed two trains but Reid was glad of it. Afterward, Reid wanted to ride on a motorcycle carousel. I had to buy more tickets and put her on the green motorcycles. I distinctly remember her saying “g’deen” but when the ride started, she yelled and cried – through four or five revolutions. Ken didn’t take a photo (not surprisingly, I guess) though I would have as further proof that I shouldn’t be allowed to put Reid on carousels.  Afterward, though, she wanted back on, only this time she chose a red motorcycle. In fact, she insisted that she had asked for red all along. Once she was on the right colour of motorcycle, she seemed to enjoy the ride. Reid also seemed to have got in touch with her inner daredevil and was trying to talk me onto another ride – one that seemed too scary for me as we left.