Getting ready for the Fair!
Snoopy is the theme of this years Sonoma County Fair. Its pretty cool to know that your home town has played a big part in one of the most famous cartoons of our time. The fair was a celebration of Snoopy, Woodstock, Charlie Brown and the gang.
We headed out last night with Sara and Marlin, and had a great time. We have an annual tradition going now. Every year, we start by gently warning the boys (in the springtime) that we WILL be going to the fair again this year. We WILL pay the money to get in, walk around aimlessly for a few hours fighting the crowds of bored teenagers, hillbillies with missing teeth, and every other weirdo that comes out of hiding during the fair. We WILL walk through the pavilion getting our hands massaged by Mink Oil, and getting our rings cleaned by the amazing Touch of Purple cleaner. We WILL go wander through the flower show and admire all the different flowers that we can't seem to grow, and lastly we WILL fork over our money and our pride to squeeze into a photo booth, make funny faces and get our pictures taken.
This year, being our 4th year in a row, we had dinner together, got the cars loaded up and headed out. As usual, the boys were full of excuses why we shouldn't go. They like to bring up the money factor, the crowds, the incurable diseases that are passed around from bathrooms stalls, and lists of all the other things that they would rather be doing during fair time. Sara and I were prepared for all excuses.
We were armed with cash (in 'ones' so that the photo booth wouldn't take too long), snacks for the kids and boys so that no one could complain of hunger, camera, diapers, jackets, and antibacterial hand sanitizer. We wandered around the animal stalls, petted really fat Pygmy goats, and learned the
This year, being our 4th year in a row, we had dinner together, got the cars loaded up and headed out. As usual, the boys were full of excuses why we shouldn't go. They like to bring up the money factor, the crowds, the incurable diseases that are passed around from bathrooms stalls, and lists of all the other things that they would rather be doing during fair time. Sara and I were prepared for all excuses.
We were armed with cash (in 'ones' so that the photo booth wouldn't take too long), snacks for the kids and boys so that no one could complain of hunger, camera, diapers, jackets, and antibacterial hand sanitizer. We wandered around the animal stalls, petted really fat Pygmy goats, and learned the
difference between Angus and red Angus cattle.
Cannon being mauled by crazy Pygmy goats..
Brynn petting the "sleeping" lamb...
We oohed and aahed over the beautiful arrays of flowers, and discussed ones that would look awesome in our yards.
In the Garden Pavilion.
Hey, I've seen those kids before...
We cruised through the vendors and watched a few demos on cleaning products and cord rollers, and even got my wedding rings cleaned. Even the photo booths worked perfectly and got us our black and white fair pictures in 3 minutes like promised. As we walked out of the gates at 10pm, with the rest of the fair goers, I sighed with content, and realized that another year at the fair was over.
Speaking for the girls, we had a great time. I can't speak for the boys, and since Rich never blogs, you will never get his opinion. They definitely survived another year. On the way out to the car, I looked over at Sara, then at the boys and said "I can't wait 'till next years' fair!"
Speaking for the girls, we had a great time. I can't speak for the boys, and since Rich never blogs, you will never get his opinion. They definitely survived another year. On the way out to the car, I looked over at Sara, then at the boys and said "I can't wait 'till next years' fair!"
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