The County Fair

We went on down to the county fair this summer. It never fails to disappoint. We went on the day that we could get in for free if we dressed up a vegetable. The kids drew some eyes on some bell peppers, stacked them and called them snowmen. I gathered some green beans from our garden, attached them to a stick with a ribbon and called it a broom. I won third place! Woo hoo. All the kids that entered won a "place" prize, too. We met up with some friends and toured the fairgrounds.

Laynee and my friend's little boy are a couple of years apart in age, but they seem to play well. Most of the time. The rest of the times, we have to remind them that it's not nice to throw things, call names or insist the other one play dress up. They both are as stubborn as can be and they both have the "youngest child" syndrome. It's got trouble written all over it when there is no supervision or refereeing involved.

Isn't she beautiful? She kinda made me want to be a cow. Seriously. Just look at those eyes! And her coloring was gorgeous. Even her tail was alluring. I could stare at her all day. But it did start to get uncomfortable when she kept staring back. Sort of like she was saying, "Eyes up here. Up HERE."

I also wanted to be a mama pig that day. Just look how sweet all her little piglets are. Snuggling right up to get some milk, and then laying back with a full belly. Sweet little piglet sounds, too.

Piglet meets Piglet. I will admit to wishing my little piglet sounded like a real little piglet sometimes. But only when those times involve whining for candy over and over and over again, until this mama pig just can't take it anymore and locks her in a padded room.

See my broom? Doesn't it resemble Mickey's broom on "Fantasia"? I thought it did.

Loni made a couch potato. Complete with a bag of chips and everything. (The bag of chips is conveniently hiding next to the spud. Wouldn't want anyone to think he's a cannibal or anything.)