Living the Dream: Fair

After living here for four summers, I finally adventured out to the Indiana State Fair. We had a Fair Fail the last week, when we attempted to go on $2 Tuesdays. First fail was that I told the kids we were going. Second fail was that we were late for the train so we decided to drive there. Third fail was that it was getting later and the traffic was insane. We sat for about 30 minutes on Binford just waiting about a half mile from the fairgrounds. That's when we decided to turn around, and two little turkeys in the back lost their shizzle. Kirby just kept crying that he "wanted to go to the fair-a" and that he "wanted to ride a roller coaster." Fortunately the little repeater in the backseat provided a little comic relief to Kirby's sadness. She didn't even know what she was saying, but she was dramatically repeating everything Kirby was saying. It kept Keith and I giggling and sane for that matter. So, I promised we would go on another week and that Kirby could ride a roller coaster.

The next week. Thursday. We hit the fair train, and while most have told me that it is overpriced, and while they are probably right, it was worth it to me.

It was worth it to see the excitement in both of these two. And it was worth it to be dropped off right next to the kiddy area entrance...hardly a walk at all. And it was extra worth it to have thirty minutes of quiet to myself as these two glued their noses to the window of the seats across the aisle from me. Ahhhh, a little peace and quiet for momma.

We met our friends, Annabelle and Vera, who are state fair pros and showed us everything we had to see. We saw the piggies, the horses, the cows. We saw butterflies and fish, and we ate some yum yummy ice cream. They especially loved feeding the little goats. These goats were cracking me up. They knew were the vending machines of food was because they would eat the feed out of your hand as it was being dispensed. Susanna Rose loved the little dwarf goats. They kept sticking their heads through the fences, which they had to do sideways so their little horns didn't get stuck, and then she would grab them in an aggressively loving way and hug them around the necks and talk in this little cute voice (you know the one that adults use to talk to babies), and say, "goat, you so cute. I love you." Love my little animal lover. Seeing them with these animals reminded me of the visits I used to take to my Great Uncle Allan's farm in Kentucky. Would love for my kiddos to have that experience and memories.

Susanna Rose finally tuckered out and fell asleep about the time for rides, which was fine for me. She slept while Kirby picked out two different rides and rode them by himself. He looked like such a big kid out there. Father Time please slow down. Seriously.