Yep, it's fall. The nights are cooler. The days are shorter. The kids are settled into the new school year. That must mean it's time for....
In our parts, that's the Rochester Fair - celebrating 138 years.
I know. It's dirty. It's loud. The food is SO unhealthy.
It's tradition in these parts.
So, when my husband (who is not from around here) asked his annual oh-so-silly question: "Do we HAVE to go to the fair EVERY year?!"
He got an emphatic response from me and the kids of "ABSOLUTELY!"
I don't think it's an exaggeration to say that this was probably my 38th year going to the fair. I attended a private school located just down the street during grades 1-8. Each year during fair week, we would serendipitously have a half day on Wednesday. It was tradition for the older grades to walk after school down to the fair to spend the afternoon getting dizzy on rides and eating fair food. I may have missed a year or two when I lived down in Boston after college... so I'd say 38 of the 138 years is accurate.
A lot of the fair experience is been there, done that.
You know, the rides. The exhibits. The games.
It's fun to see it again through my kids' eyes.
Oh, and this year, I experienced a first. A vendor was selling fried... well, just about everything. We opted for the Oreos, pictured above. Pretty sure this will become a Thanksgiving tradition to cook up after our fried turkey.
The booth was located right at the main entrance, too. Got us just as we were walking in.
So, we decided to see the animals and exhibits first, allowing us to walk the oreos off, if that was even possible.
Met this handsome, smiling Giraffe.
Who proceeded to ...
Yep. Pick his nose with his tongue.
Talented, that Giraffe.
In addition to the exotic, nose-picking animals, there were a ton of local farms showing off their animals.
My favorite are the piglets.
And that, my friends, is where the term PIG PILE originated.
My son enjoyed the pigs, too. I think he feels a kinship with them... we sometimes refer to him as Pig Pen due to the way he leaves a pile of dust behind him in his wake.
The one shot I got of my kids was in the sheep barn.
Where we all agreed this was a fitting shot to take of me...
Get it? The Black Sheep.
I agree with my husband that the fair is overpriced, overwhelming & dirty experience that we never get out of without one of the kids crying for more of something despite us dropping about $100 for the day. But it's not a tradition I'm willing to give up.
How about you? Any fairs near you? Or traditions you and your spouse aren't on the same page about?