I've come to the conclusion, that going to the County Fair isn't the same when you don't have any animals of your own in the barn, or don't know at least half of the other exhibitors. It's an entirely different experience when your attendance is more about partaking in the carnival games than fitting cows. Either way, we wanted to take the kids down to check it out. We started in the kiddie area, where Weston was too freaked out to pet any animals in the petting zoo, but Tyge didn't hesitate.
The first building we went in offered turkeys, ducks, rabbits and a special reptile exhibit.
After a walk through the barns (where Weston was only interested in seeing the cows...didn't want anything to do with the pigs, sheep, etc.), we headed out to the carnival.
He was a little aprehensive at first, I mean, who wouldn't be with all the lights, loud noises and weirdo's walking around. We did convince him to play two games: fishing and darts. Both of which he enjoyed. He even hit two balloons with one dart, on the first throw. Ten dollars and one stuffed snake later we had a very happy boy.
We visisted another building, where Weston got to play around with blocks, plastic sprockets and marbles, among other things. I had to take the ever important picture of Tyge in his stroller, but changed it up this time...in front of the skinny mirror (mom liked this mirror also).
Finally it got to be dinner time. This was a problem for me. You see, when you are an exhibitor, and at the fair for five days, you get to enjoy ALL of the different fair foods. Tacos on day one, corn dog on day two, chicken on a stick day three, and so on. When you are only there for a few hours, you have to make a tough decision....and we decided on the traditional corn dog. Unfortunately I was disappointed...either they don't make them as good as they used to, or I'm getting old.
We were headed towards the exit gate and Weston saw a booth with all kinds of toys for sale. He pleaded that he wanted the light gun, and so Danny told him he would buy it if he ate his entire corn dog (not thinking that would actually happen). I've never seen a kid eat so fast!!
Ok, so I'm about a week late in posting, but we have recently celebrated Tyge's nine month birthday. The vital stats are as follows: 23 pounds, 14 ounces and 29 inches tall. For comparison to Weston at the same age, he is just slightly heavier. He's in great health, is a speed racer when it comes to crawling and loves to babble lots of different noises (whenever he doesn't have that dang sousha in his mouth).
Like his brother, Tyge is a great eater. Prefers to have whatever we are eating over a jar of baby food, which is really nice. Even better is when he can feed it to himself. But sometimes eating dinner is tough, and it wears him out!
And of course, like siblings do, he want's to have whatever his brother has.....including a grilled cheese sandwich in this case. For the most part Weston is patient, and I have been telling him to come get me rather than push Tyge away....but it's a constant struggle. Ahhhhh....the joys of parenting.
