When I grew up in WI there were rumors of a state fair. But it wasn’t something people I knew went to. Pulaski Polka Days – yes – everyone went there in my small town but the state fair? It was…somewhere not near our town. It was a journey and I think there were cows and cheese curds.
Fast forward a decade (or two) and I now live within a short drive of a state fair that can reach numbers over 300,000 in a day.
And we go.
Three years in a row we chose not too. I’m not sure how it would have been with three boys all younger than eight.
We took our oldest when he was six months old and due to the noise he slept his longest nap ever. But three boys? I feared I’d lose them in the crowds.
This year I took all three on my own. We are cheese curds, cotton candy, and sipped on lemonade. We made sure to grab Sweet Martha’s cookies and managed to save a few for my husband. The boys experienced carnival games and the mysterious maze of wonders (perhaps not as mysterious as initially suggested).
Around 1pm the boys were ready to leave. I was ready to leave but, we had smiles on our faces, I couldn’t help but grin the whole shuttle ride home.
We did it. The MN State Fair.
Now I keep wondering if, maybe, we can squeeze in a few more hours before the Fair closes it’s doors…
Embracing Next 