We loaded up the kids and headed to the Sarpy County Fair last weekend! Aaaahhh the sights and sounds and smells.....oh the smells.....kettle corn, turkey legs, brisket, cotton candy and of course everyone's favorite: Funnel Cake.
Why is it that every game looks so darn easy until you pay your $10 and then what should be a mindless kid's game feels like an Olympic event? And you loose, like every time. Then your six year old looks up at you with a surprised disappointing look on his face and you feel like the biggest failure ever. Then you try and reason with him that the prizes suck but down deep inside you too are dying to win that god-awful ginormous panda stuffed animal too.....sigh.
But nothing brings everyone's spirits up like RIDES! This was the first year that Sawyer has been tall enough to go on the big rides that Bill loves. They went on every twirly, spinning, rotating contraption there was and Bill was looking pretty green at the gills by the end!
Oh speaking of puke, Raylan and I were enjoying watching Bill and Sawyer whip around on the Hurricane when a sprinkle of puke began to rain down on us....yup, one of the little girls on their ride just couldn't stomach it....and it was gross.....like really gross.
Raylan had his eye on the carousel from the beginning. (Plus it was like the only ride that he was tall enough for.) I took him up and sat him on this horsie and he thought he was HOT STUFF. He smiled soooo big! Every time we would circle around to where Bill and Sawyer were, he would squeal! It was pretty adorable.
The Italian Stallion.
We ventured through the 4-H barn and got to pet the horses.
Sawyer loved the horses and Raylan hated them all except for the baby goats.
Of course our wonderful friends were there too. We claimed a filthy, sticky picnic table and threw our diets to the wind. Foot long corn dogs, nachos, ice cream dots and funnel cakes all around!
What a perfect summer night!
....and maybe next year I won't chicken out and actually ride the mechanical bull.
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