Monday, July 07, 2014

The fair

As a child, I loved the fair, but when Jess was little, the fair was just a big ball of anxiety for her. The lights, the noise, the crowds, the smells, made her miserable. As she has gotten older, those things that once spurred panic are now tolerable, but I can't say she enjoys it.
A few years ago she discovered roller coasters, and loves them. Last night the promise of a couple carnival rides and fried pickles was enough to convince her to come to the fair with us.

James riding the merry-go-round. Nate and Jess riding the scrambler in the background.
I think she had fun. By the way, can I tell you how much I love this picture?

We also went through the 4-H exhibits to find the ones Jess submitted.
Reserve Champion.

Jess is pretty pleased. We are proud of her.


  1. Fried pickles? Are you sure she's not my kid? After all you think pickles are evil dipped in evil.

  2. I know. I think she loves them so because I abhor them so.