Yesterday was just gorgeous wasn't it? It was sunny and pretty warm and so of course I couldn't stay indoors. I took the kids up to visit my mother in law in Park City and really enjoyed driving through Parley's in the gorgeous weather. Carter asked me some questions about music and I loved being able to go through the themed channels to give him examples of the music we were talking about. It was a fun ride and a good talk so I was secretly glad that the dvd player had broken and he had forgotten a book. It's not that we don't often talk in the car but it's usually not for 1 hour and 10 minutes straight. On the way home I decided to stop by Barnyard Boo. I didn't know that there was still a cost for members so that was a bummer. I sadly parted with my 6 bucks and got my 2 punch passes. The storyteller was really good but the pony rides would have happened regardless of the Boo theme and the other activities were school carnival-esque right along with the not enough people to run all the stations so some were closed. The kids had fun though and interestingly to report Katherine had her first public temper tantrum. She went on a pony ride and absolutely loved it. She wanted to go again but she didn't want to wait in line. I let her toddle around on the grass following closely behind her of course but eventually it was time to get back to the line where Carter was patiently waiting. She flailed, screamed, arched her back, kicked, hit, pushed my face, and there are probably antics I am forgetting. Pretty much the entire farm full of people turned to watch the show. I've never been in that situation before since Carter has been a mellow, happy go lucky, super adaptable child since he was 6 months old. Before that he had colic but that's another story. Anyway, it was like slow motion and the world seemed to shrink and stop all at the same time. I actually had the thought "well here I am, what do I do." I calmly told her that we needed to wait for our turn and that I knew it was hard to wait when you want something. I walked her up to the rail so she could see the ponies and repeated "Katherine pony" and she mostly calmed down. I made eye contact with the person closest to me who was staring and said it was amazing to have a 13 month old acting like a 2 year old. I think with all her hair people might think that she's older than she really is or maybe they are in just as much awe as I am that something so little can have so much emotion. We were very close to the front at that point so thankfully our turn came quickly and she clapped and squealed as got her second pony ride. I am thankful for the fun day, the gorgeous weather, and the fact that I somehow weathered that first public storm. I'm sure it won't be the last but in a weird way I'm glad to have the first one over with. And actually I'm not as mortified as I thought I'd be.
