We went to the fair today. 6yo wouldn’t shut up about it. Yes, I was quite the sight with the babe on my back, the 2yo in the stroller, and the 4yo and 6yo trailing around somewhere in lime green shirts. We saw sheep and chickens and rabbits and goats and cows and horses. We saw flowers and baseball bat zucchini and carnival rides and Usborne books and hot dogs and jams and cakes and cookies and even a Star Wars quilt (why yes, I do have a photo I forgot to resize). We survived. My eyeball sockets hurt, so I’m a bit tired. May need to track down a grange at some point when we figure out what the heck’s going on. For us to hang out with/at/whatever. My grandma was beloved at her grange, and I was over at that run down green building (not quite lime green – think crazy forest service truck green) many many times.
Eh, not the most flattering, but I figure I should be in more than two photos with the kids a year.
Because really, I don’t exist in photo land.
A normal smile from my 6yo! Shocker.