We went to the State Fair last Sunday. I made an interesting wardrobe choice by wearing long jeans, tennis shoes and a black 3/4 sleeve shirt…. on a day that was about 104 degrees outside.
Le Gorgeous Bebe und er lovink Nana…
We all yelled, “OINK! OINK” except The Baby, who insisted on yelling, “ELMO! ELMO!”
She’s in a Kissing Phase. She kisses everything she likes. Crayons. Books. People. Oh, and baby cows..
Would sir care for some straw?
If someone said to me, you either have to step into this booth with 75,000 angry bees… OR… you have to crawl on your hands and knees over a football field of broken glass …OR… you have to ride on this ride at the fair… guess what I would pick?
She really could not have been LESS impressed with cotton candy.
You guys are NUTS. That’s not FOOD.
A proud mothering moment wherein I cram a piece of cotton candy in her mouth to prove to her that it’s not from Home Depot…but actually sugar so pure it will rot your teeth out of your head before you can learn to say “Dental Restorative Copay”.
These dudes are called “The Bitter Spills” (which is an awesome band name) – they were folky bluegrassy and even if I am the only person there that found their Fair-inspired song , “Wall Of Death”, amusing… well, it’s the fair, boys. In the “Heritage” area. On a Sunday. At 10am.
The Baby dug them…. but when you are not quite 2 years old… there is a fine line between HAVING THE BEST TIME OF YOUR LIFE…
… and totally over it….