The most amazing attribute of the fair is that IT HAS NOT CHANGED in the past eight years since we last visited or really since we were kids. One visit has the ability to flash a person back to the boy crazy teen years, the years with iron stomachs where we would ride every ride multiple times until closing time or the days when my sister and I still went with my parents and our dad would play games and win us sawdust-filled stuffed animals with a lifespan of about four days.
The last time I really remember caring about attending the Western Idaho Fair when I was a boy crazy teenage girl trolling for the 1992 version of Justin Bieber. Back then, it was all about rides and boys. Funny how things change. As adults (especially hungover ones, after my birthday night out), it was all about fair food and animals for Belén. We inhaled all food items (Chorizo sliders from the Basque booth, corn-on-the-cob from the Mountain Rescue booth and ProntoPups) before the camera could be brought out, but we got plenty of pictures of the animals.
My friend and co-worker, Padmaja recently traveled to India to visit her family. I knew she was up to something when she asked for our address.
Here’s to a weekend full of playing in the dirt or doing whatever it is you love!
But you see, this particular restaurant has fantastic fries and a good burger so I quickly found myself “helping” Belén way more than I needed to…until her plate was nearly clear.
So I think I am of the conclusion it is actually a net caloric positive having an extra mouth to feed of which it is very easy to share food with.
nd then, I reel it all in with a rendition of a song you are likely familiar with which my mom used to sing to us when we would ask her such questions.
Que será será.
Whatever will be, will be.
The future’s not ours to see.
Que será será.
A couple of weeks ago, I started noticing that Belén had a little bit of both a widow’s peak and mullet going on with her hair. She can get away with most looks at this age, but I figured with family photos coming up and since I had a hair appointment already scheduled, it was as good of time as any to give Belén her first haircut.
Picture of Belén riding a rocking horse naked
A fun walk to Starbucks. A fun birthday party for Dora at Wal-Mart. A fun trip to the zoo. And fun at the park.
In short, it did not go well and she seems very freaked out to be sitting on a potty which surprises me a bit because she is such a little imitator I thought she might like to mimic mommy and daddy on this one. Not so.
