For the past few days I have been on vacation with my sister, Stephanie, and her family at Sesame Place -- more on all the fun we had there in another post and pictures too -- I forgot my camera so I have to get them from my sister.
Yesterday we headed back to Geneva, but on the way made a side trip to the Crayola Factory in Easton, PA. The girls had fun playing with model magic, crayons, markers, and paint. They made lots of fun projects and got some free crayons and markers to take with them. We also made a squished penny as a souvenir.
After riding in the car and getting almost to Binghamton, Abby (the almost 2 year old) began puking in the car -- mostly curdled milk and french fries -- pleasant I know. My sister and brother-in-law cleaned her and the car seat up on the side of the road (I wasn't much help in that department so I entertained the children) and we headed on our way to a rest stop to stretch (and air out the car). The rest of the trip home was uneventful and we made it back safely.
When I got back to Geneva I rested for an hour and then went with my brother and his family to the Hemlock Fair. We waded through the mud, saw a tractor pull (the highlight of my nephew's evening) and some animals, rode the rides and played some games. We entertained ourselves with a lot of people watching - and there were some good ones! I think the best would be a family of three who stopped to talk with Lesley and myself while my brother and nephew were on the giant slide. It was a mom, son and daughter. All three came out of a dark muddy spot by one of the barns. The son was about 12 or 13, was tall and lanky had on overalls and no shoes. The daughter was about 5 or 6 had a vacant stare on her face and was carrying a lantern that she kept holding to her face while smiling strangly at us. The mom was commenting on the animals we were holding from one of the games and said she would give them all to Goodwill. At this comment the daughter held up her lantern and laughed -- weird! I also got hit on by a carnie while riding the balloon ride with my nephew. He was asking if I was his older 21 year old sister -- my nephew of course said yes because he had no idea what the guy was asking and just wanted to get on with the ride. The guy kept talking to me and emphasizing that I was at least 21 -- maybe he was in trouble for talking to people under 21? As he walked away my nephew looked at me and said "What was that guy talking about?" So that was my day -- started in Pennsylvania with crayons and ended in New York with the carnies...what a day!