Fairly Speaking

 So yes, I'm the crazy person who goes to the county fair with a 4 day old baby. See my sister making the crazy face off to the side? She was the 4 day old baby at the fair 20 years ago.  B went out Sunday morning and got donuts and coffee to bring out to my family, we piled into the van, (our first outing with all 7 of us) and we had a grand breakfast at the camper, my siblings got to meet Sprout, and I got to see a bit of the fair.
(And hear people say- "hey weren't you the pregnant lady that was dropping off entries Monday? And now you're here?!")

My fellow new Mama. She beat me by one day. And her baby was born at the fair.

B. took most of the pictures.

Biscuit and Muffins bean art. Which Beans has since pretty much picked clean.

Honey's potholder. I don't remember them being so stinkin' hard to get off the loom when I was younger.

My finished house. And yes a post on that will be coming, but I need to get to Hobby Lobby so I can make a few things to go with it. 

The lady in the sewing booth told B. that everyone just gushed over my little apron. It was Muffins Christmas present a few years ago.

Honey's Easter dress.

A wagon full of my children and it's still short 2. I think somewhere I have another picture of 4 of my 5, plus their cousin crammed in.

Another sister, and two of my kidlets. (And I am in NON maternity jeans. Thankyouverymuch.)

I'm loving my baby wrap. I made it the night before. It's going to be too short here soon.

My canning didn't do so hot this year, but that's okay. And there were a LOT of canning entries this year, more competition than there has been in a long while.

My venison placed though, and when B. was out at the fair earlier in the week, he heard people talking about it.

Honey placed 2nd in the children's canning class!

My pumpkin is the cutest.

Yearly Moline picture- though this is a different model than in past years.

There were some GORGEOUS quilts this year. Here is the grand champion. Lovely, no?

And a few more. I'll spare you all the quilt pictures I took.

I stopped and rested a good bit. It got hot out quick. B. brought me a gyro after we got back to the camper. 

They taste wonderful when brought by a thoughtful husband to your hospital room, but there is a little something that improves the flavor when eaten at the fair.

Only Biscuit's flower placed, none of my baking (the fact that everything was made ahead and frozen probably had something to do with that), and I entered all the kids artwork into the wrong category. But as I told the kids, it's not about winning, it's about the fun of seeing it on display.

And so you have it. The Crazy Just Had A Baby Lady's Day At the Fair.

I was very ready to go home when we left, and itching to go back about 2 hours later. I seriously considered it. Justifying that I needed to pick up our entries. But common sense prevailed. Surprisingly.