I’ll feel bad about that title tomorrow when I’m less tired.
We don’t go to the Bluemont Fair every single year. We counted it up, and since 2001, we’ve missed it two whole times.
(Twelve years does kind of make a tradition, though.)
It’s a craft fair — a big one — with food booths, live music, and kids’ activities thrown in for good measure.
The first time we went, Bookgirl was three months old — and DJ and I hadn’t yet celebrated our first anniversary. We were so thrilled that we could still do stuff even with a baby that we made a point to go every year we could. All our kids have been babies at the fair.
(It’s kind of a lot more fun now that they’re not babies.)