The “rides” at Highland Fest (all air-filled things) were poor this year compared to the last time we went, and probably just as expensive, so we didn’t do much there. But the girls got some souvenirs (stuffed snakes from the Hmong merchants) and we got to climb up the water tower which they liked once again.
Luckily for us, Liam happened to be the same colour jersey this year and the old one fit, so I didn’t have as much laundry to do.
Ada and Helena were still good about going to the games – they didn’t always want to go, but the weather was almost always nice.
Although, like dad, Ada doesn’t always like the bright sun.
