We went to the rodeo today...

Henry surprised us and took off running when we got to the midway. He really wanted to ride the rides. This was very surprising because 1. He hates motion 2. He has never run away from us...or really even walked in front of us. My favorite memory was when he said "Put down" and I put him down and he sprinted for the entrance to a ride that was obscured by chain link fence and lots of people, and he darted in (no line for Henry) and was going for it until I caught him and the man was all panicked saying Henry was too small...and I was like...yeah. I know. We're not riding.

Poor Henry. We told him next year he could ride rides. In other news...the 3 1/9 of us devoured a funnel cake. I am not sure who I felt more badly about eating it..myself (meaning the cashew growing in my uterus) or my 22 month old. But we did and it was tasty.


Tractors...my favorite...

Animals...my favorite...


More tractors...

Ohhh...pig races...