So I've talked about the "little" fair/rodeo that happens in our hometown every August.
Don't remember? Well, you can review here.
If repeating the same crazy thing over and over with no positive results means you are insane than I am insane.
Every year, I go to the fair.
Every year, I say I am never going back.
Come the next year?
I go to the fair.
Was this year any exception?
No.
Of course not.
In fact, it was our "big" night out.
There was a lot of pressure riding on this fair visit for it to be "fun."
Earlier in the day, I had noticed Grace's toes basically popping out of her favorite pair of shoes.
I figured she had worn them out as they were from Target and she had worn them every single day for about six months straight.
When it came time to put on our shoes to head out for our big night out, I grabbed another pair of Grace's shoes - assumed they fit - and headed out the door.
She squawked and squealed at the new shoes but wanting to make the night "fun,"
I overruled her moans and groans. I assumed they were pleas for her old shoes that were now safely lodged at the bottom of the trash and told her she had to wear the shoes if she wanted to go to the fair.
(In my defense, they were the ONLY other shoes she had. Apparently, her feet decided to grow about three sizes overnight without notice or my permission.)
Cue tears. Whining. Pouting. Under-your-breath cursing...and that was just me trying to get our motley crew out the door to the damn fair to have some fun.
We drive to the fair.
Side bar: Why is it that whatever night you decide to go to the fair it is the HOTTEST night in like five years?
Upon arrival at approximately 4 pm, it was about 97 in the shade.
Side bar Two: Why is it that fairs are always held on the HOTTEST night in a location with no trees - i.e. NO SHADE?!?!?!
As we approach the ticket window, we all break out in a sweat and Grace turns beet red in 2.2 seconds.
Her fair skin doesn't do so hot at the fair.
When we realize we are going to be in the hot, blazing sun for the next three hours we reach for the sunscreen to coat the kids. And of course, the sunscreen is not in our 3,000 lb diaper bag.
So back in the car we pile. To head home. For sunscreen.
UGH!
That car ride back home was not tense.
Once sunscreen was obtained and applied, we piled back into the GD car to go to the GD fair to have some GD fun!
First stop, the animals!
Finally some smiles!
Charlotte was a bit shocked at how large the cows were - even the calves. But Grace was in love and if we weren't there she'd have hugged and kissed every single cow in the barn.
A quick stop at the 4H auction where kids were showing off their "work."
I don't know how they run around the barns in jeans, hats, long sleeve shirts...I wouldn't have done well in 4H. For many reasons, but primarily it would've been too hot to participate.
After a few minutes in the shade, it was off to the goats.
Grace kept asking us to carry her which was annoying weird. I figured she needed to burn off some energy so off to the games area we went.
And by games, I mean jumpy houses.
Every kind of jumpy house you can imagine.
The girls chose the princess castle to jump in.
No surprise.
And for $5 each, they got to jump for a whopping five minutes.
The fair is such a rip off.
But they had fun!
Upon taking Grace's shoes off to jump, we discovered the reason why she was complaining so much.
She had huge, bloody blisters on the backs of her heels. Her shoes were obviously too small.
So to help her get over the shock/pain of seeing the blisters, we decided to eat.
We figured dousing them with food and ice cream would satiate them enough that Court and I could throw back a few few beers before hitting the rodeo.
And the girls would surely love the rodeo, right?
This had to be the recipe for fun!
Charlotte's first bubble gum ice cream experience!
A couple of hot dogs, ice creams, a pop and a burger...cha - ching!
And they each had a total of five bites.
Food didn't help.
Everyone was in hysterics soon after these pictures were taken. So after being at the fair for not even a solid hour, after spending close to $80 - we left.
Next year has to be better, right?!
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