What’s Next, A Belly Ring?

So we went to the Antelope Valley Fair yesterday (nothing exciting when compared to San Diego’s County Fair, but it was okay). The problem was it was hot. I mean sweaty, clothes sticking to you, both girls bright red-faced hot.

We spent as much time as possible in the air-conditioned areas. Of course, those were the areas showcasing the Antelope Valley’s best home arts, photography, fruits, veggies, flowers etc. We took some pictures of some nice cakes to show my sister, the cake decorator and ooohed and ahhhed over giant zucchinis, pumpkins and squash.

We decided that I should enter some of my pictures in the photo contest next year, although we probably would not be going to the AV Fair again. It was even too hot to partake in “Fair food.” There were no funnel cakes, corndogs, ice cream or fried Oreos. It was just too hot.

We did of course spend too much money on knick-knacks that will be Christmas presents for unsuspecting family members, the Husband got some fancy Hawaiian print seat covers for his car and I got some more Cutco knives for my <expensive> collection.

It seems though that the highlight of the day was when the Big One decided that she wanted to be like grandpa and opted to get a tattoo. Without further adieu, I present my newly branded three-year-old.

Who knew the tattoos would start this early? What’s next a belly ring?

{Ignore the toy explosion in the background. Yes, my kids have way too many toys! And yes, that is my ‘”formal dining room.”}