The World's Fair.
Our last official stop on the road map that is our summer.
It happens every year, the last weekend before the school bell rings, and it is wild and gorgeous and full of fun.
The boys earned their fair share of prizes too...
Boone Diggety was the stick horse champ and left his competitors in the dust - literally.
Kaelster won the boot race by a mile & snagged a ribbon from the sheep in the sheep scramble.
And all of them mutton busted their little hearts out on what are for sure the world's raunchiest, largest and gnarliest sheep.
We're happy to report no major injuries despite a brief trampling incident between Ace and his ram.
He cowboy-ed right up and found his grit and didn't even shed a tear.
{He also chucked his boots into the grandstand when he didn't win the boot race and landed himself in time out - lest you thought he was an angelic little six-year-old. }
It was a gorgeous night and the air was cool and the skies were partly cloudy and the allowed just enough openings to let the last rays of the sun to shine golden light on our little humans. I love getting my wee city slickers out of the crowds and heading to our rural spots. I think they enjoy getting to unplug and be more free.
The locals, however, may not love it quite as much. One of my Dad's buddies cussed him the next day saying how all his grandkids come down to the Small Fry rodeo and sweep the awards...
What can we say - we like to compete. And win. Note Grandpa's Game Face. :)
We also spent an afternoon at the Wayne Pool. There aren't a whole heckuva lot of pools with high dives anymore - but wherever they are - we will find them.
And werk 'em...
Turns out, Boone is a high-diving kid at the ripe old age of 2.5.
He has seen this schtick far too many times to sit on the sidelines, I suppose.
It was so fun to be with little cousins and my mama and my swista and enjoy those cotton candy skies and those sweet cheeks.
And as we prep to enter a new school year I hope their proverbial summer adventure buckets are full and keep them stocked well until next summer.
When we can take a few more roads less traveled by and schlep it together - our skin kissed by the sun and our freckles rising to the surface of our noses and our bodies tired in the best possible way.
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