There's been a bit happening this week, and a fair bit o' blog posting, so I hadn't gotten around to telling you about the local agricultural show. As you might recall, the kids and I put some effort in by putting entries into the pavilion, and were rewarded for those efforts. I can now truthfully claim to be an award winning photographer! (we don't need to say WHAT award - or where - I won, do we? hee hee) Although it is most gratifying to note that other people also think one's favourite shots are also pretty good.
The kids were excited to get dressed up for a day out, and consented to the standard daggy we-are-going-somewhere-dressed-up photo. (taken with point and shoot, which explains the lesser quality of the image)
She also took this one.
Which is of my 6 foot something tall husband having to take our boy on the big slide when the boy bailed at the top and wouldn't come down. As you can see, he didn't really enjoy the experience. As for his mother, standing at the bottom? Enjoyed every moment of it, nearly peed herself laughing at the sight of her husband on the slide. Best two bucks ever spent!
We stayed for the fireworks, even though it meant enduring the constant we want this and we want that and can I have some more
sugar in a bucket fairy floss and we are hungry and we are thirsty and can I have another icecream's.
And let me tell you: the sugar let down the next day (after they snuck into the left over fairy floss during the day) was.not.pretty.
We live and learn. Still, it was a good show. I have my rosette on the fridge to prove it. (I'm an award winning photographer, don't forget! snort)