Our island is small, and when the carnival comes to town it definitely feels like an amusement park. Last year, Odin was much smaller and spent most of the time we were there in the sling. This year though, Odin was more than eager to ride the rides. The first one he went on was the airplane, I was (probably overly) concerned that he would panic as the plane started to move and the man working the ride would have to stop it midway. I imagined him trying to climb out of the plane as I rushed over to stop him (mom-brain!). As the ride started to move he seemed a little unsure of what to feel, but as the plane moved up into the sky and he looked back at me, he started to giggle and squeal. He smiled the entire ride and when it was time to get down, he told the man who tried to unbuckle him, “NO!” and buckled himself back in. Toddlers, psh, they don’t hold back do they?
Zak and I rode the ferris wheel while Marin took Odin into the fun house. We made kissey face at the very tip top while they loaded up the very bottom seat. The sun had just sunken into the horizon and it was a pretty dreamy moment. I think Zak timed it that way on purpose. He can be so mushy sometimes. (I know you’re reading this and shaking your head, Zak! haha!) We also rode some of the wild ones. The kind where you drop face down in a metal contraption that doesn’t feel quite safe. The kind where the louder you scream, the more fun you have. Poor Marin had to hear me scream wildly for the entire ride, but it was pretty exhilarating after living such a slow lifestyle on this slow moving island.
Last year we arrived when it was already dark. I’d never been to the carnival to watch the sunset and it made me fall a little bit more in love with it, it definitely didn’t help that last night’s sunset was beyond magnificent. It was all pretty magical.
Pricey, bad-for-you foods, and lines of sugar-high kids. Once a year, it’s definitely worth it.