Day 3

Yesterday we had another great day at the fair, this time just us three. We met tiny piggies, politicians, and friends. I think we did everyone proud by staying 10 hours and eating our body weight in grease, cheese, and powdered sugar. Every bone in my body hurts, and I can't wait to go back Wednesday! I am about to post more photos than most of you will want to sit through, but give it a try.

Millie, meet Al. Al, meet Millie.



Millie got a newspaper hat at the Newspaper Museum. Doesn't she look excited?



This is as close as she was willing to get to the pigs. Here, she offers a stick of hay from a safe distance.



Checking out giant mama pig and her many pink babies. I always feel so sorry for that poor mama.



Learning how to milk a cow. Hey, times are tough all over.



We ran into David and the kids took a break from petting the animals to do some arts and crafts.



Being a cheese stick at the dairy building where mom got yet another strawberry rhubarb sundae.



On the Space Tower. She liked it much better this year than last.



Despite the look on her face, Millie enjoyed the afternoon parade.



After the parade, we had the brilliant idea of spreading a blanket under a tree and relaxing for a while. We thought that maybe, just maybe, Millie might even drift off. Not so much.


Instead, she got airplane rides from dad.









So we gave up on the nap and hit the kiddie midway. Millie is so small she could only go on a couple of rides, but she was fearless, while I sat on the bench chewing my finger nails and choking back tears. My tiny baby, up so high on a rickety fair ride, what was I thinking?!







Loving the dinosaur ride.



At five p.m. in the middle of the food building, Tony looked into the stroller to find this.



She woke up an hour later and we stayed until 8 pm. Whew.