Harvest Fair

Despite my myriad of hormone-related complaints and afflictions (aging really is a bitch), the family had a fun-filled day last Saturday at the annual Friends of the Farm Harvest Fair at Johnson Farm.

This is our favorite island tradition and signals the start of fall. There are pony rides (which is a complete misnomer because they are actually full-grown horses); hay rides; slides that send you sailing into a pit filled with hay; sheep shearing; face painting; live music with a dance floor; tons of yummy food (um, hello sweet buttered corn, please get in my belly!); a pie contest and of course, a beer garden. And several other things I’m failing to mention (the memory is the first to go).

This year the older girls decided they wanted nothing to do with us (except take our money, thank you very much) and took off with their friends as soon as we got there. I tried to pawn Jemima off on the middle girl, but she’d have no part of that (well, she would have for the right price, but we weren’t willing to meet her terms). So Big Daddy and I were stuck with the little cutie. Which was fine. Fun, even. But it meant we didn’t get to hang out with our friends. (Which is probably for the best because I was hormonally challenged (read: a bitch) that day).  We’re trying to cultivate some new friendships and of course, strengthen the existing ones, but the kid just made that near impossible. (We did manage to get away for a few minutes when we told our neighbors to let the girls know we’d be in the beer garden if they needed us)

So, I’ve got a couple pictures from that fun day, but the big girls aren’t in any of them. Because they refused to grace us with their presence. Were you aware this attitude begins so young? Neither was I.

Waitin’ on the band

I tell Big Daddy not to wear that shirt in mixed company (mixed being non-dnd-playing peeps (normal people)), but I think he wanted to impress his new man-crush.  While we were enjoying our beers in the beer garden a couple approached us and asked about the shirt. Let’s just say I think they were hoping for a different kind of dungeon and a different kind of couple. Ahem.