The Power Of Cows

Today we basically made Innis's life by taking him to an agricultural fair. And all the way there, while Brad tried to focus on driving from the wrong side of the car and on the wrong side of the road, Innis and I practiced all of our farm animals sounds so we'd be ready to communicate with the beasties once we arrived.

I'm sure it wasn't distracting at all.

Once we got to the show, we toured the cow pens, goat pens, pig pens, chicken pens, and the horse corrals, and while we were hoping to continue to capture Innis's expression of childlike wonder (suspicion?) all day long ...

... what we mostly ended up with was this:

and this:

and this:

But then? THEN THERE WERE COWS:

... which led to another obstacle on our path to professional picture taking, as illustrated by the following instance in which Innis is far too concerned with the cows being herded in the rodeo corral to actually look at the camera or show even a mote of recognition for his own name:

"Just ruuuun, cows! RUUUN! The horsies are COMING!!"

He eventually made up with horses in general, though, even if they were being super mean and chasing the cows around, but only because he got to ride a fake one:

(that woman in the background is all, "posture? I'll give him a B+ ... general horsemanship? A-. Proportion of body to horse and thus potential for career as award winning jockey? A++")

And all was made right in the world once more.

Oh, and remember how I told you about how marching bands turn me into an emotional disaster zone? Guess what else does?

STEEL DRUM BANDS. Didn't see that one coming, did you? And, well, funnily enough, neither did I. And honestly, there's only so much emotion you can hide behind big, dark sunglasses. Because embarrassing, spastic lip quivers? THESE CANNOT BE CAMOUFLAGED BY ANYTHING SHORT OF A BALACLAVA, which, as it stands, are in rather limited supply in these warmer climes.

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[Victoria]

Stop posting cute stuff! It's making me miss you even more!