It's our favorite time of year: The Fair. Year round, the boys ask if it's fair time yet, how much longer until the fair, can you believe it's almost time to go to the fair?!
It's uncanny, really, being that I grew up going to this same fair, looking forward to it with the same eagerness and excitement. Now I see my boys traveling the same pathways, lining up at very same corndog vendors for hot dogs on sticks and lemonades and churros and greedily draining me of midway tickets... Life circles that way.
This year was the first year they entered handmade items and baked goods in the fair to be judged and while they placed first or second in everything they entered, all their baked goods (all 8?) took first place. Every single one. Apparently that 'baking gene' skipped a generation. L-Dub even took two "Best in Show" ribbons - for his strawberry jam and his pumpkin pie.
I couldn't be prouder.
But the best part: watching their faces as they experience the rides. Worth the cost of the midway tickets five times over.