One very hot summer day the boys and I ventured 20 miles south to Firth, Nebraska for the Prairieland Dairy Days.
The entire event was free, and therefore packed. But we had the patience to wait in line for homemade ice cream.
And for Bug to take a barrel ride. He was so very brave and I was so very proud of him for riding all by himself.
Bear and I waited and watched in the burning down sun. Bear was very concerned where his "Bubba" was going and pointed for him and shouted, "Bubba? Bubba?" the whole time he was out of sight.
The corn box was a hit, and in the shade.
Three weeks later we still have dried ice cream in our stroller, but it was worth it. The cold chocolate milk helped.