Ham Festival

Welcome to small town U.S.A.  We have the "Ham Festival" each year. Ham as in pigs, not radio. We are a small enough town that it's fun, all the kids want to go each year, even my teens.   In fact I think the whole town was there this year.  

I need to remember to buy a staunchion for Samuel for Christmas.  They were his favorite thing to play with at the fair.

How much does my husband love me?  Enough to spend a gorgeous Fall day parking our 12 passenger van in a boggy field and pushing a double stroller through crowds and crowds of people, and Still Smile about it (mostly).

The train was second in fun only to above mentioned stanchion.  Seriously exciting.  I think we got up to 10 mph!  To be honest I did break out laughing hysterically when the driver (obviously bored out of his mind) abandoned his straight path and started snaking the train back and forth as he drove.  It made it feel like we were going almost... 12 mph!

Wheeee

I got the most gorgeous photos of other family members, except they were shot before I realized I had the camera on the wrong setting, and then the moment was gone, but at least the moment existed.  Greg accidentally got a picture of a fireman doing a dance move, but he promised the fireman that it would never become public.  Since there was a rather unflattering shot of some random woman's back-end in the shot, which turned out to be my back-end, I'll honor Greg's promise.

If you don't live in a small town, you can borrow ours.  The Ham Festival comes every year.