The Fair in the Square

For the past three years Frank and I have attended the Fair in the Square in the town next to us. It's an outdoor fair in the winter and ends with Santa arriving via Fire Truck and he lights the town square tree. Our first year the boys were only 8 months old. We bundled their little butts up in snow suits with their santa hats and they loved it. Well, Frank and I loved it. Not sure if they know the differnce. We did wind up in the local paper that year with the headline "First Christmas times 3" I have it saved and framed. Here they are from our first Fair in the Square.



Last year was another story. The boys were another year older. It also happened to be so cold out it was really unbearable. After getting all ready and arriving at the fair I think we lasted exactly 6 minutes before calling it quits. We didn't wait for Santa or the tree. Three crying frozen babies wanted no part of it! I remember it like it was yesterday. The wouldn't wear mittens and their little hand were like ice.

This picture of Colin pretty much sums up our day! Can you say miserable????




Fast forward to this year. Another year older. And a smarter Mommy. We waited until the very end of the day. We headed over just in time to wait about 10 minutes for Santa and the tree lighting. Three two year olds now understand their hats and mittens keep them warm and chose to leave them on this year. Not to mention the crazy warm coats they were wearing.

Santa arrived on the fire truck and I have to say the look of pure delight and wonder in the eyes of a two year is enough to bring tears to your eyes. They couldn't take their eyes off of Santa. He was up on the ladder of the fire truck and they moved him over the crowd and brought him down to the ground. We stayed for the tree lighting and they loved it. Maggie was up for her birthday so she was able to go with us. We didnt bring a stroller since the boys are getting big enough to walk. Only thing, Cormac and Colin really didn't want to walk. I got stuck with Colin and I swear, he weighs a TON. We don't own a scale in the Lawrence household. Never have so I have no idea what he weighs but he has got to be 35 pounds at this point. My arms are killing me today from holding him.

The local paper was there again and caught us all posing for a picture and said we will probably be in the paper again this week. We have really turned into mini celebreties around here. We have been in the paper quite a few times. Christmas, Halloween, Family Night Out. But hey, can you blame them? My kids are stinkin' cute!

Here are some photos from last night.







It's turning into a nice family tradition. I think it is one we will keep!