The Indiana State Fair
It may appear at times that I take the easy route and create a post filled mostly with pictures.
In reality, a post with pictures requires more work from me than typing out my thoughts. Posting pictures means photo editing and mundane moments of uploading (where I end up multitasking). Plus it isn’t quite as rewarding to me because though I enjoy taking pictures, uploading pictures doesn’t quite itch the creative outlet my blogging provides to my brain.
But I gotta make the grandparents happy. They want to see their grand kids. Which reminds me of a comment my MIL often says that cracks me up: “I feel sorry for all of the other grandparents in the world. I have the 4 (soon to be 5) of the cutest grand kids in the world!” I would agree, but I am related to all 5 of these kids.
So Nana, Mops, Mama and Papa, we went to the fair today. This post is dedicated to you.
We weren’t going to go because the thought of taking 3 children by myself into a multitude of people sounded about as appetizing as the gyro that made my friend Nickel sick this week.
But I just couldn’t get the nagging out of my
ears mind from Mr. Smackdown fondly recalling memories of the fair last year. And my eyes saw the word FREE. Kids 5 and under were free. OK . . . no brainer. We are going to the fair.
And that, my friends, was our day. See you at the fair next year!