She hath returned...

I recently saw Julie & Julia and personally think that the whole "people read & love my blog" thing was interesting. I often wonder who spends their time surfing through random blogs. And - do multiple people get sent to the same blogs when you choose "next blog"? Do the blogs rotate in the same order or are they really, truly random? How do blogs become popular? Do you blog about other blogs? This whole thing is still foreign to me.

On a happier note - I took my first 2 vacation days since May today and tomorrow! Today my son, husband and I went to the State Fair. Talk about hot and irritating! Not to mention I am a horrible mother.

So we got on the bus and Little Dude wanted to walk around - not sit in dad's lap. So after much whining we got to the Fair and about a half block from the entrance, we came upon a Corn Dog stand.

Strike 1 - Little Dude was squirming like crazy so I decided to put his backpack/leash on him so he could wander a little. NOT a smart idea. We had not used it before and I chose the worst possible time to test it out. He walked until the "leash" got tight and then *SMACK* fell straight onto his face and skinned a huge chunk of skin off his forehead. (Insert HYSTERICAL screaming here) So I, of course, feel like a horrible mother who just injured her child. What an excellent start to the day.

Strike 2 - Our next activity was the Giant Slide. He loves being thrown up in the air and spun around and such so I assumed (foolishly) that a giant slide would provide joy. I was still so pissed at myself for, as I stated later, "Skinning his face off" that I made dad take him down the slide. He liked being at the top and seemed relatively delighted... until they actually proceeded down the slide. Not only did he scream, he also cried the ENTIRE way down the slide. As if that was not delightful enough, he was shaking like a leaf. So after capturing the moment of joy forever on our camera, it was time to move on.

We went to the little memorial area near the grandstand and he wandered around picking up wood chips from the ground and putting them back in plant area where they belonged. This particular trick was adorable and was captured by roughly 854 billion pictures. We finally decided to be on our merry way. It was lunch time so we fed him some lunch - green beans that he eats like the chunks are chewing tabackie and half a banana. We then went on the Skyride to have some downtime and look at all the people/rides/etc.

One would think at this point all was well with the world and we could be happy again. However, you would be wrong.

Strike 3 - No matter WHERE we went, the sun was CONSTANTLY in his face. He refuses to wear a hat or sunglasses so instead, he rubbed his eyes, squirmed and whined. FOR THREE AND A HALF HOURS.

So please don't be shy - vote for me for the next Mother of the Year award! I am CERTAIN I will prevail. I hope to remain humble after receiving such a great honor...