I can't help myself. Going to the fair, any fair, is fun for me, and the girls share my enthusiasm. So far we have taken Charlotte to the Iowa State Fair once, and to get her ready for her second trip we have been hitting the county fair circuit.
Comparing the Iowa State Fair to a county fair is hard. Let's just say that the ISF is a spectacle, while county fairs are like back yard barbecues. And there's nothing wrong with either.
So far we have visited the county fairs for Boone, Dallas, and Madison. Charlotte really likes walking through the cattle, sheep, horse, and goat barns. It's like a petting zoo, except the animals are cleaner, better groomed, and not grossly bloated from an endless supply of food sold from candy machines.
In Adel Char got to pet some sheep.
While were admiring the horses, a very nice gentleman pulled up in his pickup and asked if we wanted him to get one of the horses out for our daughter to see up close. We told him he didn't have to do that, and he almost looked disappointed, "It's no problem. Won't take but a second."
Two minutes later Char got to sit on her first horse, Andy. When Daphne placed Char on Andy's back she exclaimed, "Whoa! That's too big!"
I didn't catch the owner's name, but he was a heck of a nice guy. Actually, most of the people at these fairs are really nice. So many people were happy to bring their animals over to Char so she could met them.
Here we are meeting Miracle the alpaca:
Dad got to pose for a picture in front of the "Really big tractors!"
Note to self: it is almost impossible to hold your child and suck in your gut at the same time.
This morning we went to Winterset and met some goats.
Char is most comfortable around the goats. She introduces herself, "Hi! My name is Charlotte!" and then tells them stories. Here she's recounting what she did at Adventureland:
If you need an interpreter, she's telling him about her cruise on the motorcycle ride.
Fairs + Monsons = Good Times.
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