The county fair. Is there really anything better than walking around smelling corn dogs and fried onions, checking out adorable baby pigs, hugging the necks of countless local friends, wasting dollar after dollar to get that top shelf stuffed toy/prize, and riding multiple carnival rides until you can't walk straight?
I think not my friends, I think not.
We invited my brother and his wife and my (crazy adorable) baby niece to come along, and we had the best day from start to finish. We stayed until the sun went down and the lights began to sparkle in the sky. We stayed until the smell of funnel cakes started making us sick. We stayed through a few (surprisingly welcome) rain showers amidst a hot summer season, and we stayed until we'd seen everything but the bunny barn. I'm still not sure how we missed that one, but we were getting really hungry and a local pizza joint was calling our names.
I came home with over 300 photos. Yet I've once again done the seemingly impossible and narrowed it down to under fifty for you. Ha! I am sad that I didn't get anyone to take a photo with me in it. I try to make a point to do that for the memories sake. Anyway, I'll keep the commentary at a minimum and I hope you enjoy our day at the county fair almost as much as we did!
enjoy a ride.
moments before the ride that caused a hoodlum to heave stomach contents into a nearby garbage can. Allegedly.
(Kids really do say the cutest things, don't they?)
squeezing herself in between the bars to get inside with this calf. You can hardly blame her.)
mama cow straining in the throes of labor. Bless her heart.
die of cuteness.
tired and happy, we said good night to the county fair after a day of pure fun in every way. (Well all except for that alleged garbage can incident...)
6th Street Design School blog post with you today. Kirsten is sharing my lil home over there and I'd love it if you dropped in and said hello!
Happy Weekend dear ones! Go forth and make some memories with those you love.