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Comstock Chronicles: The Fair and Fireworks

The children came home from Grandma and Grandpa Stevens' house yesterday bubbling with excitement. They had gone to the Orange County Fair on Sunday, and they each made their experiences known to me in their separate ways.

Rose, while hopping up and down in front of my face, told me about the butterfly pavilion and the cotton candy and the bus ride and the corn bins. Her eyes were big and round. Lee made mention of his ice cream and the butterflies as well, but I learned what really fascinated him when we came home and the children played in the living room while I organized their toys.

Rose played Mommy to Benny. She laid her knitted blanket across the couch cushions and asked me to put Benny here and there for her to wrap.

Lee gathered his blankets and pillows into piles and re-enacted the fireworks and explosions that grandpa showed him on the computer.

"Do you know what this one is going to do?" he'd ask me.

"Do you think this one is going to hit the ground?"

"Watch how fast this one is going to go!"

"This one is going to be really fascinating."

"Which one do you want to see next?"

"Uh oh, this one is exploding the house!"

"The children are crying, 'Encore!' so we're going to do it again."

Benny listened to their little voices as he kicked on the couch. Rose sang and spoke sweetly to Benny. She doesn't seem to be suffering from big sister jealousies at all. She wants to take Benny places and show him off, kiss him goodnight and request to see him sleeping.

Lee too seems unfazed by the addition of the new family member. However, I wonder if he will soon notice that his customary partner in crime is smitten with someone else. I suppose he will if his fireworks upset the baby.


Oh, we are so glad they had fun! We did too!

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