Carnival

On Sunday we took Henry and Eleanor to a carnival, which my Dinosaur Train-obsessed kids kept calling a “carnivore.”

It was a beautiful day in the sunshine with friends. Henry and Eleanor spent the afternoon bouncing from one ride to another, while I often stood to the side, watching them twirl around on the clowns and the cars and wondering how they are suddenly big kids who can fly in toy planes all by themselves, waving to me independently from overhead and NOT NEEDING ME.

I’m not going to handle this growing-up stuff very well, am I?




(More carnival photos are here. You know I upload all my photos to Flickr, right? Ch-ch-ch-check 'em out!)