Harvest Fair

Last year, about 5 days after moving into our new house, we took a break from sorting and unpacking to check out the Harvest Fair at the fairgrounds. Lydia never forgot it and has reminded us throughout the year of the Pig Slide, scarecrows, jumping castles, and cookies. So when I told her Harvest Fair was this weekend, she simply HAD to go. The only problem: Brandon is still out of town. And I did not relish the thought of hiking to the fairgrounds, solo, with both kids... trying to keep them both content and within arms-length. BUT... I ALSO didn't relish the thought of spending all weekend at home with no break and no energy outlet for the kids. So, we went. Aside from Marcus losing it at the fishing pond (classic 2-year old 'I want to fish! I DON'T want to fish! Now that you dragged me away from the pond I want to fish again!' meltdown) things went pretty well. At $2 a pop per inflatable jumping monstrosity, we blew through a lot of money. But we all left in a good mood and ready for GOOD naps! Amen!! And I even thanked Lydia for insisting that we go.

Yes. That IS a slide coming out of a pig's rear end. We live in Wisconsin, remember? It is SO not out of place in these here parts.
Happy pig poo #1
Happy pig poo #2
Farm fresh peaches with juice running down your chin. Yum!
What cookie is complete without a pound of sugar sprinkles and gumdrops? $3.50 for that sugary goodness.
Lookout world! We live in Harleyland and Lydia has had her first taste of the call of the open highway... Oh dear am I afraid. Very afraid.