The Apple Festival

This week is the Apple Festival. We decided to take the boys this afternoon. Last year I was heavily pregnant with Anthony, and Dan was working nights, so Vince and I wandered around a little bit. This year was Vince's first real experience with the rides. He had a great time and was sad to leave. The first ride we put him on was a car ride, which looked like it went really slow, but there were sharp curves and the machine went really fast on the curves. Vince sat there, shocked for the first two turns, then after the second turn, he started wailing...and so did I. The nice gentleman running the ride stopped it for us and let him off, and I was pleased to see that he was willing to get on a slower car ride right away. I was afraid he would be too scared, but he jumped right back in and had a blast. We had a ridiculously expensive "dinner" and listened to an auctioneer sell some apple butter and apple pies, and then it was back to the rides. He spotted the duck on the Wiggle Worm ride (or whatever it was called) and rode it twice; Vincent quacked the whole time! Then mommy got a caramel apple and we took him to a bouncy slide. It took forever, because until today he has always hated those inflatable bouncy houses, but finally he climbed up the steps and with a little help from Daddy, he got down the slide. The whole way home he begged, "Rides? Rides? Rides?"

If you look closely you can see that Vincent was very near whiplash...we are the worst parents EVER!!!

Making a very tough decision...which car to drive. Notice the hand at his chin as he contemplates.

"Quack!"

So high in the air!!