Last weekend our town hosted their annual fair, with a parade through town to kick things off. We walked to the green to watch all the trucks pass by, much to Hugo's delight (everything is "truck" or "plane" these days - cars are sooo last week), then met up with my sister and her family for some animal petting and apple crisp eating at the fair.
Have we talked about how this three-to-five-year suburban stint of ours is feeling like it may not be long enough? I'm starting to understand why people entertain the idea of settling down. Towns like this will pull you in and never let you go.
And can you believe how tiny Hugo was at last year's fair?