Thursday, October 23, 2008
Last time we rode the Carousel I was a bulging eight months pregnant with Jack. Janie gripped the golden pole with sweaty two year old hands while I tried not to knock her off our little pony with an enormous belly. Just getting on we practically defied gravity.
This time I relaxed as antique horses did all but stampede if you judged by the kids' squeals. Baby Lucy sucked little thumbie. Daddy snapped pictures and leaned way far out as the carousel spun.
You probably can't tell from the picture, but Jane and Jack thought sure the ducks in the background were going to eat them. Wait, correction: Brave Emma Jane just informed me that she actually wasn't scared of that.