County fair
For the second year, they brought back the county fair. Praise the Lord. Because if you know me at all, and how sometimes I like to pretend I'm walking around in an episode of Andy Griffith, you know how positively giddy I was to visit the fair again.
Not just any fair, our fair. Perfectly sized for our tiny little town, and a mere five minutes from home.
We arrived at sunset on a school night. Living on the edge, my friends. It was sticky but not as oppressively hot as it's been for, oh I don't know, about a century now. The sights and the sky did not disappoint, and buddy were there ever two hyped up boys with us.
Maybe a bit of sensory overload at first, as the boys wanted to do everything but in general they don't like rides too much. They love the games but then the games don't take tickets but cost extra money, la la la. Trey wandered off and after much convincing, Aden agreed to ride the carousel with me.
Aden played this same fishing game last year and won a shark he calls Aden. When he saw they had more Adens, he insisted on winning a twin for Aden. Which he did, and the two shark Adens met last night. It was all very exciting, and a lot of Adens.
Speaking of sharks, the poor basketball game worker guy had no idea of Trey's skill when he stepped up to shoot. Winner winner, chicken dinner.
More money handed over, more skills shown off, more stuffed animals on the way to our house.
I tried my hand at the mirror maze with Aden first, as Trey had wandered off again, and about halfway through wanted to curl up in the fetal position. Note to self: if you're dumb enough to ever try this again, close your eyes and feel your way through. This will be much more effective than freaking out at the flashing lights and the 199 copies of your fatness staring at you.
Anyhow, the boys loved it, go figure, and went through at least three times.
After Mama ran out of money, Granddad shelled out for one more game per boy. Aden showed off his manly muscles and won the biggest inflatable sword I've ever seen, which has already been used to beat people over the head with, again, go figure.
While Trey took to the racetrack, captive audience and all. He drove very well, except for running one girl off the track and bumping another a few times. (Which, by the way, I'm pretty sure his Poppop would still describe as driving very well.)
We grabbed a treat and took off across the fairgrounds for the tractor displays and pavilion for a little grownup fun. It was on this walk that I found my moment. The colors and lights and carnival music, smell of funnel cakes and fried onions, people brushing past each other and smiling, my arms so full of prizes that I had a little trouble eating my ice cream, heaven forbid. I have a section of items on my bucket list that consists entirely of feelings, and this was one of them. Savor.
Anyhoo, on to what made this a county fair instead of just a fair. So much fun to see what everyone made, finding out if we knew the folks who had won blue ribbons. And my favorite of course were the photos. Maybe one day...
I love the fair. So thankful to have this here, to share it with my boys and make such simple but amazing memories.
Love it.
Not just any fair, our fair. Perfectly sized for our tiny little town, and a mere five minutes from home.
We arrived at sunset on a school night. Living on the edge, my friends. It was sticky but not as oppressively hot as it's been for, oh I don't know, about a century now. The sights and the sky did not disappoint, and buddy were there ever two hyped up boys with us.
Maybe a bit of sensory overload at first, as the boys wanted to do everything but in general they don't like rides too much. They love the games but then the games don't take tickets but cost extra money, la la la. Trey wandered off and after much convincing, Aden agreed to ride the carousel with me.
Aden played this same fishing game last year and won a shark he calls Aden. When he saw they had more Adens, he insisted on winning a twin for Aden. Which he did, and the two shark Adens met last night. It was all very exciting, and a lot of Adens.
Speaking of sharks, the poor basketball game worker guy had no idea of Trey's skill when he stepped up to shoot. Winner winner, chicken dinner.
More money handed over, more skills shown off, more stuffed animals on the way to our house.
I tried my hand at the mirror maze with Aden first, as Trey had wandered off again, and about halfway through wanted to curl up in the fetal position. Note to self: if you're dumb enough to ever try this again, close your eyes and feel your way through. This will be much more effective than freaking out at the flashing lights and the 199 copies of your fatness staring at you.
Anyhow, the boys loved it, go figure, and went through at least three times.
After Mama ran out of money, Granddad shelled out for one more game per boy. Aden showed off his manly muscles and won the biggest inflatable sword I've ever seen, which has already been used to beat people over the head with, again, go figure.
While Trey took to the racetrack, captive audience and all. He drove very well, except for running one girl off the track and bumping another a few times. (Which, by the way, I'm pretty sure his Poppop would still describe as driving very well.)
We grabbed a treat and took off across the fairgrounds for the tractor displays and pavilion for a little grownup fun. It was on this walk that I found my moment. The colors and lights and carnival music, smell of funnel cakes and fried onions, people brushing past each other and smiling, my arms so full of prizes that I had a little trouble eating my ice cream, heaven forbid. I have a section of items on my bucket list that consists entirely of feelings, and this was one of them. Savor.
Anyhoo, on to what made this a county fair instead of just a fair. So much fun to see what everyone made, finding out if we knew the folks who had won blue ribbons. And my favorite of course were the photos. Maybe one day...
I love the fair. So thankful to have this here, to share it with my boys and make such simple but amazing memories.
Love it.
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