Nothing But The Best.

It's official- Susannah is a Chicagoan. Not because she's been to the lake or complained about the heat or had deep dish...but because she attended her first Parking Lot Carnival. 

And she really, really liked it.

Yes to everything!

Nora, quite the daredevil lately, happily fulfilled her longstanding dream of "CAN I DRIVE THE CAR IN THE FRONT SEAT AND HOLD THE STEERING WHEEL?!" (This was surprising for two reasons: 1) She eked by on the height requirement. I think she was actually stretching. And 2) Not ten minutes prior, she had clung to me on the carousel, telling me she didn't like her horse any longer.

I am still somehow in the backseat! 

Nora and I waved at the townspeople (like the toothless chain-smoker who offered me parenting advice and the girl selling the four dollar corndog). I liked this ride. It made me feel like a giantess.

Hi, townspeople.

And Nora eventually really liked the carousel. Because- come on- it's a carousel. And this horse is bringin' it. (Also, are you shocked at how many pictures I'm featured in?)

The horse is shocked, too.

Zuzu had her first corndog. Don't let the sleepy eyes fool you. She and I "shared" one. I got maybe three bites in before she almost ate my hand.

No, really. Take your bite. I'll wait.

And we brought this guy, too. We let him do that all-too-male thing of plummeting to the earth for no discernible reason. Boys. 

I'm pretty sure this voids our policy.

After a weekend like that (oh, who am I kidding, it was two hours), I'm ready for a rest. Maybe a corndog. Corndog first, then a rest. 

Happy Monday.