I love this time of year, when there are TONS of fairs.

I use to care less about going to a fair.

Well that may be a lie. I do kinda die over the fair food.

But other than that…I could have cared less.

Now that I have an almost THREE year old…the fair is the place to be!

P would agree.

We started off on the carousel…and just like last year…it quickly went from wanting to be a big boy and sit on the horsey…to…

Nah…I think I will just hang out on the bench. It seems more safe.

That would be my cautious P Man.

Not.So.Daring.

And I’m not complaining.

Although half way through he wanted to sit as FAR AWAY from me as possible.

He told me, as I tried to put my arm around him, that I was being “too mom-ish”. (Where does he come up with this stuff?)

He did ride a few other rides by himself. Only because they wouldn’t let me on (Thank You JESUS).

And he was actually getting in to the motorcycles. I hope that’s not a foreshadow to the future.

Of course, he LOVED all the games. Fishing was his fav!

Probably because you can’t lose. Those smart fair people.

He wasted a good $20 on that dumb game. All we have to show for it…a cheap Nemo stuffed animal.

O-well. He was happy!

We even ran in to Aunnie while we were there!  

And we finished up with one last boat ride. I thought he was going to fall asleep on the ride because he was so tired!

It was a successful fair trip!