Little Horse

On our way home from Wisconsin, Tralee lost her little stuffed animal horse named, Little Horse at the Denver airport.  So, she wrote the airport a letter, put it in an envelope with a picture she drew of herself and Little Horse, and we put in in our mailbox.  A few days later, wouldn't you know it, she had a package in the mail from the airport.

She was VERY happy to have Little Horse back, although she said she looked a little different.  Apparently all the traveling must have stressed Little Horse out a bit, because she came back with a white patch on her fur that wasn't there before.  It couldn't possibly be because "someone" ordered a replacement Little Horse off of Ebay, and didn't realize the new one wasn't the EXACT replica of the original.  No, it was the stress of traveling that left Little Horse looking a bit different, that's it!  (oops.)

And. . . We're Off to the Fair

A few weeks ago we headed off to the fair for family night. We rode rides, saw animals, ate fair food, and had a grand ol' time!

At one point we saw baby quail hatching. Tralee could have stayed there watching them all night. It took some coaxing, but we finally pried her away with promises of rides and games.  The next best thing Tralee accomplished on fair night was going down the big slide. She used up all her tickets on the slide and had a blast doing it!

Hunty was too short to ride anything, but didn't seem to mind too much.  He was able to play a game or two, pet some animals, and stuff his face with cotton candy, so there weren't any complaints.

Hello in there!!

Tralee was scarred of the Ferris wheel.  She kept saying, "I'm afraid of heights."  It runs in the family, darn it!

We saw Wilbur!!!

Best ride in the park?  Daddy's shoulders, of course! 

What a good bunch!

It was a fun night!