Remember when he used to hate getting his head wet?
Where’d that kid go?
Oh wait, he still hates getting his face wet.
You gotta love his determination:
(second from the front, in case anyone was wondering ;)
Then we hit the county fair… and I wondered all over again where that little kid went?
See how much he loved it his first year?
And sat in awe the second year?
And Mommy couldn’t find pictures of the third year… what the heck happened? Did we not go?
Ahh well, I can see why he was not enthused about water:
But the fourth year? Definitely finding the fun.
His fifth go at the fair season… flying high.
And doing that ridiculous thing called growing…
But nothing prepared me for this year…
when my tiny bespectacled boy grabbed Grandma’s hand and clambered aboard:
Seriously? THAT thing?!?
That tower that goes up eleventy stories and DROPS people at 291 mph?
I won’t show you the video because I get a funny feeling in my tummy each time I watch it.
But really? Who let that little kid on the big kid ride?
This was much more my speed for the little adrenaline junkie:
But let’s be honest here… doesn’t Grandma look far more excited about it? hee hee
(And that neck cooler-offer thingie? Because it hit a whopping EIGHTY degrees!)
We interrupt the “what happened to my baby?” dramatics for some Mr. Daddy comic relief.
Tell me you didn’t see THAT one coming.
Why Ariel, you’re looking quite
buff enchanting today!
Then the kiddo went and tempted fate with the
llamas alpacas ROUS spitting thingies:
As Mr. Daddy always remarks, “Who says God doesn’t have a sense of humor?”
And after surviving those beasts, Itty Bit clamored to try these four-legged ones.
And giggled and giggled as he went around. His grin is due to the fact that he said the words “horse poop” every single time he passed by. Look how mortified his steed is…The snickering and outright laughter of everyone within earshot was more than enough encouragement.
They don’t outgrow that, do they?
But I really realized he was a big kid when they called his name for the tractor pull.
My kid blew his competition out of the water in the first heat.
Then they loaded him up with ONE HUNDRED POUNDS for his second heat, and he pedaled with all his heart. And walked away with a ribbon.
100 pounds?!? Something tells me the kid hasn’t been carrying his weight during haying season…
Somebody please tell me where my toddler is?
And if you point in the direction of a very high, super-duper fast ride… I might just cry.