The Royal Adelaide Show has been operating as an agricultural show/fair since 1840. What began as a platform for showing South Australian produce has become what I am sure many parents would agree with, one giant platform for pain. Parental pain. It's like the Royal show moves in, and childrens manners move out, being replaced in the short term by greedy little tantrum demons. Honestly. Pain fest.
Added to the emotional pain fest is the back pocket pain fest.
Tilly's face paint. $12.50.
Five star face painting. Honestly, show me twelve bucks on this face!
All that aside however, the kids had an absolute ball.
Tilly had her much anticipated face painting. A pink cat, in case you didn't notice. It was well recieved until she began eating her sushi for lunch and realised the sushi had pink on it. Pink from her face. Honestly - you would have thought I had removed a limb she cried so much. We had to promise her we would take her back to the God of facepainting, have you ever seen anything like him, world class face painting, world class prices face painter to fix it if she would just eat her flaming sushi. In the end, I took a photo of her face which allayed her fears that her entire face had rubbed off on to the sushi.
For goodness sake.
One thing I love about the show is the street performers.
These guys were amazing! They even took a few requests from some kids. Imagine how cute it was when they began playing 'hot potato', Wiggles style, to a little fella who thought all his dreams had come true. We loved listening to them while we ate our lunch. When we approached them after, they began playing the 'Pink Panther' theme in tribute to Tilly's pink cat face. I thought it was great!
Tilly however.
She was a bit scared. Hiding behind a stinky bin was a much better option than listening to talented musicians playing a tribute to your beloved face painting.
Obviously.
Of course, there were many rides. I think I helped pay off the Carni's (is that PC?) mortgages on their million dollar houses.
I'm not bitter at all.
And what's the show without ice-cream!
And Animals!
Once the excitement of the show had passed, and the showbags were squished in the bottom of cupboards, only to be thrown out in about six months. We moved on to the next wave of excitement.
Darcy's Birthday.
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| 16 candles. 7 for Darcy, 9 for Dante. |
Honestly though, this kid is a legend. Love him. To bits.
I still can't believe that I even own a kid who is seven. And if seven years ago I had been told what kind of child he would be, I would have thought it a lie - I could never be that lucky. I'm so proud of his humour, his wit, his beautiful, sweet nature and his ability to feel empathy. It's unique and it's special. He is unique and special. He's even weird. And I love that.
My gorgeous nephew, Dante, turns nine on thursday. We decided to celebrate together with family yesterday. It was a gorgeous day and the kids had a ball!
We even splurged on a pinata to keep them busy. Great fun was had by all!
Throw in a Jazz exam, footy break up, playgroup, baking and some uni work - and it's been a hell of a week. I love these weeks though. I always feel content having spent it with the ones of love most, doing what I love most.
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| Darcy waiting to go in to his Jazz exam. |
Have a good week people x
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