We had a blast at the state fair yesterday! In addition to enjoying all the exhibits and goodies we had brought from home (a picnic, special drinks and candy!), the kids were each allowed to pick a few rides and one edible treat. End result: roller coaster (!) ferris wheel (!), swing rides (!). And don’t forget the ice cream (!) and cotton candy (!). My goodness, we do love the fair : )
This was the first year the girls were able to go on rides by themselves, and they absolutely adored both the experiences and the independence. Here they are on the swings:
As an extra treat, E had put some birthday money (thanks Grammy and Grandpa!) into a “horse riding bank” just waiting for an opportunity to be a real version of “Jessie the cowgirl”. What a magical moment watching her buy a ride and treat her sister to one. They just beamed. A quote from E (age 5): “I rode a horse! I rode a horse! I have wanted to ride a horse my whole life!” Thank you Grammy and Grandpa! It’s not every day you get to help someone fulfill a lifelong dream : )
The fair also offered lots of exhibits the kids loved. They were able to
– play “farmer” (picking, weighing, and “selling” produce for toy money that they used to “buy” a bag of items)
– see our “grocery store” food actually growing (broccoli was particularly neat)
– talk to a motorized cow on a toy tractor
– have a conversation with a woman on stilts
– “fish” for the letters in their names, and
– hold a baby chicken (check out the photo below!)
Of course, the highlight for my husband and me was just watching the kids. These are the kids whose imaginations are sparked by a cardboard box and an hour of free time. So you can imagine watching them transform into roller coaster-riding-adventurers, food-growing-farmers, and yodeling cowgirls yesterday at the fair.
P.S. In an effort to keep it real (!) I should also tell you about all the missteps (and near missteps!) involved in any trip with our creative and crazy crew, but I won’t bore you with details of
(a) the sheriff that almost ticketed mom (note to self: don’t unclick the seatbelt to reach for the sippy cup right as your husband stops to ask the sheriff how to find the free parking),
(b) the display produce we almost picked off the vine
(c) our fruitless hunt for the “state’s biggest pumpkin!”, or
(d) how we spent as much time in the bathrooms as we did on the rides.
Instead, I’ll just reveal that those missteps are always part of a normal day for us, and it’s infinitely more fun to have missteps at the fair!
I’ll leave you with one last photo. Here’s hoping this image will tide me over until next year.
Can you tell from this post how much I love (that my kids love) the fair?!