I came away with two things after visiting the Wisconsin State Fair today: I probably won’t eat meat anymore, and the advantage of having a screaming child is that you can keep track of them really easily in a sea of people.
Oh yeah, and also I vow not to do this again next year. So when I get all excited and say things like “It’ll be fine! I’ll just go right when they open at 8am and prep my kids for no rides/prizes/games just animals and maybe some food. We’ll be in and out and everyone will have fun”, direct me back to memories of numerous looks of annoyance and pity from folks walking past me. And my circus of children screaming at me for things like flushing their pee down the potty instead of letting THEM do it. Seriously.
It wasn’t all bad, though. Here are the highlights:
I love the giant slide, I really do. If it were like $1 a ride, I’d be on it all day. All the kids went down except for Baby S (I should add that my brother in law and his girlfriend came with me, so don’t worry, I didn’t leave the baby with a stranger while I went on rides). And remember the “no rides” comment above? Well I didn’t make it clear that I made an exception for myself (totally unfair, I know). And it came back to sting me later when we couldn’t go on the bungee rides.
After the slide, we went to see the pigs.
And man, are they lazy.
Next we went to the poultry and rabbit barn.
This dude was not please that I was taking his photo. Either that or the fact that he was in a small cage.
This rooster caused some distress with Little T. She was really worried that J was getting too close because the rooster “looked a little bit dangerous”.
Little A liked the “tiny dinosaurs”.
And we saw chicks hatching!!!!
We were hungry, and stopped in a shady spot to share a corn dog.
The delightful image that popped into my mind as my kids ravenously ate the hot dog and cornbread combo was from Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon. It’s after Jen wakes up from being dehydrated, starving and exhausted from riding in the desert, and Lo hands her some sort of meat on a stick and she gnaws into the food, barely coming up for air.
So naturally, we got cream puffs afterwards.
Then commenced the screaming because I committed the grave sin of wiping someone’s face when THEY wanted to do it. So we packed up to go home and then everyone screamed because we were going home. You guys get what kind of morning I’m talking about, right?
And once home, we all napped. HARD.
Maybe in a few years it’ll be easier to navigate the fair with the kids. But currently, with a 4 year old, 2 year old twins, and 9 month old, it’s not enjoyable enough to make it worth it. How about you, did you make it to a fair this summer? How was your experience?
A. Storm
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