As promised, I am updating the blog sooner rather than later with pics and details from Courtney's first trip to the Alameda County Fair.
This is a major tradition for Casey and I. We've gone every summer for 13 years, since we first started dating and have commemorated every visit with a cheesy photo booth picture for every year except the last 3. Two summers ago I was 8 months pregnant and miserable. I didn't want that captured for posterity. Last summer, Court was just under a year and we couldn't get her in the booth. This year was just too crazy! We promise to resume the tradition next summer!
Anyways, a bunch of people wanted to come with us this year, to see the little one's reaction to everything. My parents and her godmother met us there and after about an hour of wrangling everyone together and another hour of feeding everyone, we were off!
Court was getting cranky, so my mom bought her some french fries. Well, she wouldn't eat them until my mom got a plate, some "dip-its" (ketchup) and we all sat down at a table. She is such a creature of habit. Anything out of her eating routine and she just freaks out! But, it was kinda cute and she really enjoyed those fries as you can see.

Then we went to see the barnyard animals. She's learned all the animals names and sounds from books, flashcards, and my constant quizzing, but she's never actually heard one make a sound live! When she heard the cow moo, she just cracked up! Then she said, "ok, let's go see the bock-bocks." (chickens). Or lets go see the sheep or goats. Now, these animals really stink, but we hung out for like an hour anyway because we were so delighted to see her enjoy herself.
Then, we were off to the exhibition halls. She of course wanted to walk around. I'm not even sure why we brought the stinkin' stroller. I'm a creature of habit also, and every year, I buy a big giant pickle and some beef jerky in the exhibition hall. I was about halfway through my pickle and I turned around to find my darling daughter taking it right out of my hand.

After 4 hours of eating junk, cavorting with smelly barnyard animals, and running after my precocious 2-year old, we went home. In the car, she kept saying she was tired and crying that she didn't want a bath. So, we wiped her down at home and she passed out!
I know that I've gone to the fair every year since I was a little girl, but I'm not quite sure I've seen it the way I saw it this time...To see things through the eyes of a toddler is truly magical.
