This weekend was Free Fair, which is our towns version of a carnival. I am not sure where the name “Free Fair” came from. Maybe it use to be free? I can assure you that it is no longer free. Not.By.Any.Means.

We did the usual and watched the parade from one of my HS bff’s parent’s front yard!

This isn’t a great picture…but it’s the only one with all four of us in it.

We had a church event on Saturday night so we skipped out on taking the kids to ride the rides. From what I heard, we didn’t miss much. Besides the EXPENSIVE carnival rides. Again. Free is not even close to being true.

P Man really loves to “pwlay wif his fwiends” at church so he didn’t even notice that we had skipped the fair.

It’s always interesting to take Bents anywhere past 6:00 pm since that is when he usually goes to bed. I usually get paged from the nursery to come and get him if we attend any night services.

I kept waiting and waiting to see my number on the screen, because I just knew that he was SUPER tired and would never make it the whole time in the nursery. He’s one of those kids that is a great sleeper, but can’t sleep anywhere besides his crib. It’s lovely when you are at home. Not so lovely when you try to leave your house past six.

Again and again, numbers flashed on the screen (which is how they page you from the nursery) and every time I was ready to dash. But….again and again…not my kids number. Hmmmm. I was wondering how they pulled off a miracle and kept him happy for 2 hours past his bedtime.

Well, when I went to finally get him after the service, I quickly realized how he stayed so happy.

Nursery worker:  “We made him two bottles, but he wouldn’t take either one.”

Me: (in my head) Wondering why they made TWO bottles? If he didn’t take the first one, most likely he is not going to drink TWO? But, I just smiled. Again….trying to be thankful they kept him happy somehow.

Nursery worker: (as she pulls a half eaten bag of something out of her pocket) “But he absolutely LOVED his cheetos!”

Me: (deep breath) No response. Giggle.

Oh my, I had a bag of cheetos in his diaper bag for the P and apparently the nursery worker thought they were Bentley’s. He is ONLY seven months old. I am not sure I know of any seven month old that eats cheetos. However, my seven month old now LOVES cheetos thanks to the church. 🙂

He has had absolutely NO regular people food. Only baby food. I can’t believe he didn’t choke.

I didn’t say anything because it was just too darn funny.

It reminded me of the time that I picked him up from the nursery and they had changed his diaper. But instead of putting a new diaper back on him (which there were 4 clean ones in the bag) they put one of P Man’s pull ups on him. A size 3T pull up on a 5 month old (at the time). Interesting.

TWO things I realized after these incidents.

1. I know kids grow fast. But not that fast. Let’s slow it down nursery workers.

2. DO NOT leave any of P’s things in Bents diaper bag.

I mean, I know these two look alike, but they definitely don’t wear the same diapers/pull ups. And they definitely don’t eat the same food.

About they only thing they do the same…dress alike.

And don’t they know he’s fat enough. He doesn’t need cheetos to make it worse.

However. Don’t think I’m not gonna keep that trick in my back pocket. You better believe I’m gonna have cheetos in public from this day forward.