Idaho State Fair

     Remember towards the beginning of September when Phil and I thought we were normal and that it would be fun to drive down to Blackfoot and go to the Idaho State Fair? What were we thinking!! As soon as we stepped out of the car I think we both knew that it was a mistake, but we had just drove an hour and a half and we were desperate to do something normal. 

     I took a few minutes to walk in and find the food cart we wanted to eat at. By the time we sat down we were all feeling the heat, especially Phil, who was getting around on his knee scooter. Thank goodness we brought that thing. It ended up being a life saver! After we ate we decided to go look in all the barns and take the loop on the north side of the fair, where there would be shade. We made it just in time to see some of the big shires being judged. It was fun to watch because those horses are so big. Then we wandered through a bunch of other animals including cows that were being milked. Not too long in, Phil started to feel sick. He opted to sit on his knee scooter so he wouldn't have to exert so much energy and Boyd pushed him. In one of the barns Phil lost his dinner and but promised he was fine. We should have left at that point, but he was determined he would feel better. 

      We went through the petting zoo and finally made out way over the rides, what the boys were most excited for. After buying a few tickets, and forgetting how outrageous they cost, we tried to figure out what rides the boys could go on. Brewer found a couple he liked, although he would have much rather gone on some of the bigger ones with Boyd. It made him a little sad that he wasn't quite big enough, but it was helpful that Boyd wasn't being too brave and didn't really want to go on anything very big. After the rides we played a couple games, even Phil who seemed to be doing a little better played a baseball game.

      By the time it started to get dark we were anxious to leave. It was hard not to notice everyone starting at us. We could have been our own attraction there with Phil being pushed on his scooter by a 6 year old, Brewer on oxygen and me ever growing belling pushing the stroller. By the time we got back to the car we were all exhausted and Phil was starting to feel sick again. He insisted he drive, but I convinced him to let me drive after we filled up on gas. That was a good thing because he was sick the entire way home. 

     I think Boyd and Brewer had a good time at the fair, but Phil and I learned that we're still not quite "normal" or up to do doing things that we once could do. We learned later that night that Phil got heat stroke (again) and that we still need to talk it easy, easier than we think. It was a little disappointing, but we were glad at the same time that Phil didn't have to be treated at the hospital.