I know everyone got their summer and y’all are ready for pumpkins and cider.
But our summer started late… and y’all, it was NINETY-TWO DEGREES today.
I’m pushing back.
Because fall doesn’t start until September 23rd.
Google told me so.
So bring on the sunshine – because I’m holding on to these last golden moments.
And this is how you do that in a small town:
Another day at the quarry…
(where the water really is that color, and my husband only shoots my best side)
Where we stayed past dinner and sunset and came home with wrinkly toes.
And there is nothing like a county fair:
Where your kiddo finally gets to take the wheel all by his little bad self.
And you get a heart attack realizing he’s in a REAL one in nine years…
After the myocardial infarction, we passed up this awesomeness:
Because NOTHING beats a big ol’ tractor:
Except about 20 big ol’ tractors…
Umm seriously… see his face???
And I don’t know why they even put those “do not touch” signs out there…
Because my kid is more than willing to lose a finger or two just to TOUCH THEM.
But no county fair is complete without the HAY competition.
And it wouldn’t be a fair without some motorized entertainment, no?
Doesn’t this sound reassuring?
I have approximately 26,000 photos of my kid inspecting fair rides.
Not even kidding.
I can hardly get him to wave because he is so engrossed in all the moving parts.
Still think I’m kidding?
(blurry pictures brought to you by I Never Said I Was A Good Photographer)
Love that I’m still cool enough to hang out with.
Yay for a kid who is not afraid to spin the snot out of a weenie ride!
I mean, that teacup was about to come loose, yo.
The intrepid Mr. Daddy couldn’t even stomach the swings.
I was deeply upset.
Our four legged friends:
(it did too make you laugh)
And the sheep dressed up as…
nevermind. Even just typing those letters gives me the heebie jeebies.
Bet you never saw an equine busted for Public Intoxication?
What better way to end than with fireworks?
School or no school… I’m grabbing the last of summer with both hands.
Because it ain’t over yet!
Joey wants to know what you’re up to?
And if he can have any of that award-winning hay?