No, it's not about surfing. Even better- embroidery.
It was raining and chilly, but the creative arts building was hopping Tuesday evening with crafters and littles too young for the rides. The rides were quiet as we walked in, but the lights flashing was enough to excite my youngest.
The photography competing in the adult categories was on display just inside the open door, so I was able to see how my first-ever entries in the competition had done. And they did pretty well, actually!
The humor category is a fun one to browse. My entry was taken when my youngest and I were waiting for his brother to pick out a library book (and apparently, all the Pokémon books were available in the stacks). For a little fellow who doesn't say much, he can communicate irritation.
My usual craft media fared even better! I've not gotten a ribbon before this fair, and I was stoked about getting a blue one after seeing the competition in the needlework category. Those people don't play!
By now, Son One was itching to see his works. Me, not so much. Last year I was able to convince him it was an art show, but when he saw the awards, he was not happy about second place. He's a competitive guy, and this year he eschewed the handicrafts for the bigger categories of Fine Arts and Photography in the youth division.
And he got third place in the open category! With kids much older than he! This was my response:
This was his:
Stoically accepting his fate.
Argh. Good thing they have a cute little farm-themed play area by the rabbits. My oldest forgot his troubles in the tunnel and talked Nintendo with the cute high school girls volunteering with the games.
And my youngest checked the crops at the top of the slide.
The oldest and I capped off the visit in the butterfly exhibit while Son Two went to check out the trains with his dad. My youngest has been known to love things to death, which would have been all too easy to do with 200 butterflies floating and sipping and noshing on bananas.