Every August, we make a point to visit the Twin Cities and Nick’s family when the Minnesota State Fair is taking place.
Sometimes, we visit the animals (especially the birthing barn).
Hello, baby goats! I mean kids. Hello, kids!
The girls almost always get Fair Dos.
Yes, it takes at least five washings and almost an entire bottle of conditioner to remove the spray and color, but it’s totally worth it.
We explore the finer arts of butter sculptures and traveling information trailers.
I am home!
We devote a good deal of time to both the Kidway and the Midway rides.
Ella in 2007 (age 2.5), becoming one with the motorcycle.
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But mostly… we go for the food.
Click on these, too. Unless you’re completely grossed out. I’d understand.
All. Day. Long.
To be fair (hooo boy, I am hilarious), we don’t each consume all of the above in their entirety; rather we get, say, one order of cheese curds and split it amongst six of us — so although we do purchase an obscene number of foods, we aren’t actually rolling out of the fairgrounds each year.
Besides, we’re usually too bone-tired to roll, anyway.
State Fair day is also the girls’ annual “Yes Day,” inspired by the book of the same name, where we say “yes” to pretty much everything they request. Cotton candy for breakfast? Yes!!! Soda, maybe even twice in a day? Yes!! Purchase that bracelet, even though it looks super-cheap and is likely to break as soon as it’s put on? Yes! Yet another ride, even after we’re ready to fall over from exhaustion and being surrounded by the masses of other exhausted, sweaty, sugar-highed Minnesotans? Yes. (The yeses lose their exclation points after a while…)
It is one of the most highly-anticipated days of the year, and although I have to practically cross-train and visit a priest to make it through the day, And no matter what else is going on in our lives, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Today, we head to the fair again. I am planning to start my day off the same way I did last year: with bacon ice cream. BECAUSE, YES.
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