happy * little * olive: The Fair!

With Fall officially here it is only right to attend a fair. So thats just what we did this weekend. With Taylor off to Vegas for his brother's bachelor party (complete with a tiger in the bathroom and a baby in the closet I am sure) I decided to ditch single-motherhood for South Cackalaki with my sister and her family. Complete with rides, funnel cakes and carnies (as well as a large number of mullets) this fair was just what the doctor ordered. And the rest of the weekend measured up just fine to Oliver too. He was bossed around, slathered with glittery lipgloss, and locked in the "craft room" for hours on end...in other words utter heaven. And I got my girl fix which is always a good thing because I leave thankful that I have nieces to play with but even more thankful that I don't have girls to dress for school everyday. I got all excited to dress my nieces but by the fifth outfit change and at least two of them in tears (this includes me) I realized that females + clothes are a deadly mix starting at a very young age. I had no idea that little girls already care about sleeve length, the pattern on the shirt, the wash of the denim, the texture of the tights, and the ability to be able to run in shoes (not sure why Gracie always needs to be able to run??). On the other hand I threw clothes on Oliver that morning and smoothed his hair down with a baby wipe. He never even looked down. Boys are fine with me!
But girls are fun and make excellent shopping buddies and the best part of my weekend was spent with Gracie in Old Navy. She loves clothes the way I do and was game to be my little dress up doll. Her and I picked out complete outfits and then both died over them while she tried them on. I mean skinny jeans?! Seriously? (She kissed them before she put them on!) And to seal my place as favorite aunt I found her these little grey ankle boots. She loved, loved, LOVED them! So much so that she slept in them! Yes I am serious. It warmed my heart and gave me an idea for when I got home and found my new boots that had been delivered over the weekend :)
Also delivered when we got home was...Daddy! In one piece and able to recall most of his weekend. We all took one day to recover; Oliver from his cold, Sullivan from the arrival of his 1st tooth (there may be a whole other post just about how big he is looking now) and me from traveling with two kids alone. But one day was all we got because we leave tomorrow for my brother-in-law's wedding. That means I did the mountain of laundry and didn't even have to put it away, just back into a suitcase. With one very precious addition...a tiny tux! Yes, my sweet little Ollieman will be ring bearer which is heart warming and terrifying at once. Please don't let my kid be the one who runs the wedding!! No, but seriously 3 of the 4 of us are in the wedding so it will be fun and at the very least a good family picture with all of us showered and dressed in our fancy duds. A feat in itself these days! I am bringing lots of tissue because not only will I be watching the bride come down the isle which always ensures an ugly cry, I will be truly ecstatic because she is awesome and I can't wait for her to add a little more estrogen to this family! And to top that all off I am going to see my little man wearing a tux! As if weddings aren't emotional enough people!!