My grandfather is very involved in the Windsor Fair. We missed it last year because Henry had an emergency and we traveled to Baltimore for Dave’s Dad’s annual Labor Day picnic. Well, you can tell we missed the annual picnic but we made it to the fair. My grandfather LOVES to show off the Windsor fair grounds – he is very proud. We love it too. This was Henry’s first year.
The Grandparents/ Great-Grandparents in Grampa’s golf cart he uses to race around the fairgrounds.
Henry LOVED riding with his great-grandparents or should I say driving.
He was pointing out things everywhere.
Making his rounds with the greats as his parents trailed along on the back.
Henry like the animals from a distance and clung to great-grampa when great-grammie pointed out something that was a little too close.
Chocolate Belgian or Belgian Chocolate. Both are nice.
Just back from the pulling rink.
We stopped to let Henry run through the tot maze, but he ran this far turned around and ran back to g-grampa. He pointed to him to tell him to pick him up and put him back on the golf cart.
He refused to be torn away from g-grampa and the golf cart. He didn’t care that his parents wouldn’t be with him.
Riding alone with Great-Grampa
Came back from picking up some more family who arrived at the fair. G-aunt Moll, cousin Sam and G-uncle Wayne.
Henry wanted to get back on.
Sugar time. Drinking a slushie.
Looking at animals on daddy’s back.
Walking with daddy and mommy.
Henry loved this little house at the tot spot. A church from China, Maine set up and area for tots to play for free.
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