(Since I still need to even look at some of the pics from last weekend’s exciting outing- and deleted some of them on accident- I thought I’d go back to share the Blueberry festival from June with you. . . .)Each June, around my birthday, we celebrate the Blueberry Festival. I remember going to my first Blueberry festival back in college on the day I turned 21. There is so much good stuff to any small town festival and this year’s was especially fun. My best friend, her parents, and our nephew came for the blueberry festival. Because the festivities started so early and we didn’t want my nephew to miss the pet parade, we went in two groups. DH, my nephew, and I being the gluttons for punishment that got up really early.

I love this picture! It sums up the fun and element of surprise that the day held for our dear nephew. It was so fun to watch him experience all the events of the day.

It started with pancakes:

Notice the hats. . . . DH is wearing the “same” hat he’s worn since our nephew was first born. It’s about the 10th edition, I think. You know how men are when you squish their hats. . . well, my nephew can do no wrong to his hats. He’s stood on them, chewed on them, over the years. We buy these hats each time we get to visit the King Ranch. They’ve changed the camo pattern on the bill. You can see the new pattern on our nephew’s hat . . . DH let him borrow a hat.

We had a good time experiencing the pancake breakfast but I have to say our nephews makes a much much better pancake all by himself.

After that, it was time to turn in our cobbler entry. We made it just for fun and for the experience:

Well, actually, we had to wait to turn it in. . . so we made DH hold the cobbler while we took pictures:

(See that balloon. . . later in the day, I was bouncing it up and down while it was still strung to him. . . and it came untied and went up into the sky. I felt awful!)

Not the best shot technically, but here we are in the bank window together.

We waiting a good long while. . . .

Most of my nephew pictures where of the back side of all the puppies. At the time, he did not know we were also waiting for the pet parade to begin. A dog would walk by and then he would start taking pictures. We finally did turn in our cobbler.

This is DH’s allergist’s granddaughters with their dog in the parade.

A snowcone. . (It was really warm) and the car show where DH was kind and got in the shot for me. . . knowing our nephew we want him in the picture:

Petting Zoo. . . we went there like three times!

Do you see the smile below? It will be the last time he smiles while petting a cat in my presence. . . After this he started rubbing his eyes which were getting red and watery. . . then says, “Oh I forgot I’m allergic to cat litter”. I did not know it at the time but later clarified with his mom. . . he’s allergic to cats. Thankfully, we were able to avoid benadryl and had some eye drops for his eyes.

Fast forwarding. . . it rained briefly and we put our cameras away. We went to two art galleries and it was so cool to watch the wheels turning in his mind as he saw the different artwork. We came across some abstract art and he said “I don’t get it”. Neither did I and since all the pieces were named “Untitled #1″, “Untitled #2″, etc. I don’t think the artist got it either. But it was in this same gallery store that we found the hit of the day. A sculpture of deer. The “little guy” spent a long time studying it and talking about all the details. (Gonna have to explore sculpture more with him)

We then ate a fru-fru place in town which serves quiche. I was amazed that DH never flinched at the prices. We were having such a good time with a taste of the good life even if we can only borrow our nephew. Now, my nephew and I have the same food tastes and if there wasn’t undeniable proof that he did not come from my womb, then I would say he was mine. I knew he’d like the quiche but when the owner felt sorry for him, she offered him a grilled cheese before we could order him quiche. Of course, when he tried mine, he said he’d get quiche next time. I just said, “I told you so”. . . He knows that DH would never pay for something that he won’t like and I would never make him eat something he isn’t going to like. He proceeded to order a huge brownie since they didn’t have cheesecake.

The light rain subsided and we went back to the petting zoo. . then met up with our other guests. Eventually we go to pick blueberries. . .

I snapped these while we waiting in line with our nephew and my best friend.

Picking blueberries:

While we waited for the shuttle back to town, my nephew and I played with macro photography.