State Fair

Last weekend, we packed up the two babies and went to the state fair. We skipped the rides, games and loud midway and went right to the animal barns. Monito was clearly too young, and slept in the stroller or in the sling on my belly most of the day. He woke up for the draft horses, though. He wasn't even as long as some of their heads.

Pequita had a traumatic incident when she was eye level with a goat who bleated loudly right at her. She was startled and cried, so we decided to introduce her to the rest of the animals from the comfort of our arms or the Er.go sling. The sheep were her favorite, being nice and peaceful and quiet. She also liked the cows. We had a family nursing session in the cow barn as an ode to the gentle beasts. I forget that once we leave our liberal town our unabashed public nursing is a lot more exciting/upsetting to folks. Bugger them, I say. We're lactivists, I suppose, since we refuse to hide the process under one of those idiotic capes for keeping the breastfeeding process a secret. I think they are far more conspicuous than what we use under normal t-shirts (although we use the cheaper Tar.get version.)

Homestead Mama's favorite part? This. She is a secret lover of the savory pink tinned meat. Blech, I say. We ate our lunches and changed diapers in the shadow of this truck. Very odd, but that's a state fair for you.