The Fair

We went to the fair last weekend and had a great night, well most of the time. Tate loved seeing the animals until we got to the sheep. They were surprisingly loud and way to noisy for him. He was also not to sure about the cotton candy either. His first experience with it. He didn't quite know what he was suppose to do with it. Of course as soon as he got a taste, he didn't object to more. The kids each picked a ride to go on, the girls went on the carosel and the boys on a motorbike ride. As Darren buckled the boys in for their turn Tate had a huge smile on his face, that quickly faded as he realized that dad was not staying to ride with then. My dad has '3 gikes' as Tate calls then, which he liked to sit on whenever we would go over to my parents house. He loved it until the day my dad started one up with Tate in the drivers seat. He still talks about papas bikes, but it is now followed by "no hop on it". Needless to say, I think he thought that these bikes were going to be very loud as well. The first turn around the track he looked very concerned, but as soon as he realized that it wasn't loud at all he had a great time. I think everyones favorite part of the fair was the new baby piglets. We spent more time there than anywhere else. They were very entertaining to watch, especially at feeding time. The term 'eating like a pig' makes perfect sense now after watching them push and pull and shove, squel and grunt and snort. It made me feel bad for the mother pig, but as soon as she had had enough, she stood up and shoke them. Makes me glad I'm not a pig! It was a great way to spend a Friday evening as a family