West Texas Fair

Feeling out of sorts.  Perhaps I am just monumentally tired.  Ballet is later today, but I have all intentions of feeling better by then so Katie can go.

This weekend, Rick, Katie and I went to the West Texas Fair.  It was Katie's second time to the fair.  The first time she was only two weeks old.  At the time Rick wanted to take Katie on the little train ride, but I was too much of a wigged out, new mom to let him do that.  This time Katie experienced several rides.  We let Katie pick the rides on which she wanted to go and she had her eye on the ferris wheel so Rick accompanied her on her first ride.  She loved the ferris wheel and it was her favorite ride.  Next, Rick and she went on a ride that involved little pods on long arms.  The whole ride turned in a circle on an angular plane while the pods spun.  Kind of like a Tilt-a whirl.  She kept her eyes closed, head down and nestled under Rick's arm.  She wasn't too crazy about that.  She was a little more selective with the rides after that.  She did the yo-you all by herself and enjoyed flying through the air like Tinkerbell.  The next ride was the Tilt-a-whirl.  I went on the ride with Katie.  Since there was only the two of us, they set another lady and her 10-year old daughter in our pod.  It started out okay and I noticed Katie had her eyes squeezed shut.  We continued to go around and around at a dizzying speed.  I felt myself getting unbalanced.  I chose a stationary spot on which to fix my gaze (Katie's knee).  Pretty soon that wasn't working, so I too had to squeeze my eyes shut.  Every once and a while I would open then and try to find Rick.  When I did I would shake my head, "No".  He thought I meant that Katie was not enjoying the ride when I was trying to tell him that I was getting miserly unbalanced and feared I was going to throw up.  I am pretty good about convincing myself that I will not throw up--mind over matter--especially while seated within puking distance of two strangers.  I silently coached  myself while praying the ride would end soon.  Finally, after what seemed like 20 minutes, the ride slowed down.  I recall walking like a drunk to the steps.  Rick met us there and the first words out of my mouth were, "Rick I am going to throw up."  He guide me over behind the rides to the fence and I proceeded to lose everything that was in my stomach.  Afterward, I had to hang on to Rick's arm to walk because I was that disorientated.

What was I thinking going on that ride?  Perhaps I was recalling my childhood when I enjoyed that ride and not the last five years.  In my previous work-a-holic life, I did a seminar at sea with Royal Caribbean Cruise Line.  After the cruise, I could not get my land legs back which was the norm.  I had to go and see my doctor when it went on for a week.  I was informed that I had vertigo and was given medication.  When I was pregnant with Katie, I swung around on a chair in our office and set off another episode of vertigo.  Like I said, what was I thinking.  I am susceptible to vertigo yet I went on a ride that spun and spun and spun in fast circles.  (I am getting nauseous just thinking and writing about it.)

We did stay at the fair so Katie could ride a few more rides.  She did the merry-go-round, baby roller coaster and the little train that I nixed when she was 2 weeks old.  She absolutely cracked up Rick and I  when she was on the train.  The train ride consists of a little train that goes slowly around an oval track.  When she was on the roller coaster Rick tried to get her to put her hands in the arm, but she won't.  However, she did do so on the little train.  She looked so pathetic and funny with her arms in the air as the train chugged at 3 miles per an hour around the level track.  Sadly, I didn't get my funnel cake because I doubted that it would stay in the stomach.  Matter of fact I still felt like crap the next day; however, blessedly, the vertigo did dissipate.  Also,

We had a good family night despite the visit to the perimeter fence and Katie had a blast. I didn't have my camera so no pictures of Katie being a goof on the little train or me kneeling by the fence--not that Rick would have taken a picture of me puking.  Rick was happy that Katie was game to go on rides.  Hopefully she will be one of  those kids who like rides unlike her dear mother.

Katie making dump cake last Monday.  She made the whole thing by herself.  I just put it in and took it out of the oven.