I took Mister and Lamb for rides, sugar (and will I ever remember before it is too late that the $4.00 lemonades are the exact same size as the $5.00 ones?), and sun.
The rides were a ball, of course:
Lamb was primed for our Saturday trip after her mom took her for a brief trip Friday night to get a taste.
Afternoon is best despite the heat since it is less crowded and almost never a line to get on a ride.
But the heat made them less interested in elephant ears and cotton candy. So we focused on hydration junk:
I was the first casualty of nausea. The first ride--which I've successfully rode in the past--gave me a hint of queasy. Then, amazingly, the double ferris wheel pushed me to the edge. After that, I went on only occasional rides to make sure I could take Lamb on a ride when Mister could not.
This is the hang glider ride that nailed me--luckily Lamb could go on with Mister:
Still, we got 2-1/2 hours of fun in before Mister was done in by the centrifugal force ride that hangs you on the wall. Lamb loved it and ran to get on again. But when she came off, she complained her stomach was upset. We sat on a bench for ten minutes before she asked to go home. And Mister was still shaky enough to agree.
I blame the lack of the bumper cars. This was a major disappointment. I love the bumper cars. Mister does, too. And Lamb was hoping to be big enough to drive it on her own. It is not only a blast in its own terms but serves as a non-stomach tossing ride to break up the spinning and whipping and stomach dropping experiences. Kind of like cleansing one's palette, I suppose. (Although who am I kidding? I've never been in a position where I needed to cleanse my palette.)
Still, nobody lost their lunch, and we all recovered--and retained the memories of a really fun afternoon. One more ritual of summer down.
