On Labor Day, I picked up a two hour shift at the Minnesota State Fair, standing at the booth for Rasmussen College where I work. I did it because it would give me free tickets to the fair, and allow me to do something different than the norm. The monotony of parenthood can sometimes be overwhelming. It has been a long time since I have gone out and done something that I consider fun. I did not get a picture of it, but there were boxes in the booth. At one point I needed to pick up some items, which was going to be impossible to pick up with her in my arms. So, into the box she went. Violet loved the box and so did those passing by. There were more comments about the baby in the box, then about the school. One woman asked to take a picture of her in the box, and another older woman brought me a wash rag she made to use as a washcloth for bathing.
After we finished up, it was time for a nap. I sat on a bench outside the International Section of the Fair. She slept in the front pack, while I people watched. A few hours later dad came.
We saw the missionaries at the fair for their "P" day. Had to get a picture for proof because the sister missionaries that have been coming to see me said they could not go.
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| Dad and Violet felt a need for a picture with the semi-truck. |
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| You got a love a little girl checking out the goods at the stand. |
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| We sat and listened to a mariachi band. It was actually quite fun. There were lot of people dancing up at the front of the stage. |
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| Don't ask me what the hand gesture is about, but Violet was enjoying the view from the front pack. |
Needless to say. We were all tired by the time 5 pm rolled around. I did not get to see all of the art building like I wanted. Violet did not want to be there anymore, she just wanted to eat. For some reason there is no food in the art building. Strange.
