A Trip to Milwaukee, WI
Every year we take a trip in August to Milwaukee, WI for the traditional Irish Festival. We wave goodbye to our dogs and cats (sitting home with a cool pet sitter) and hit the road for a 6 hour drive to visit family. I personally am not at all Irish (German, French-Canadian) but my husband and his family are, and let’s face it, everyone is Irish at Irish Fest (& on St. Patty’s Day). We wear green, snag our traditional picnic tables by Lake Michigan, eat baked potatoes and Bridies, buy Irish themed gifts, and chase the kids around till our legs ache. Its a crazy, busy, very loud weekend. And while personally I’d rather hide in my basement away from all.the.people (exactly why I avoid the MN State Fair), my husband’s family loves the time together and we all have fun in our own way. I usually make sure we at least stop by the Irish Dogs area to pet some Irish Terriers, Irish Setters, Skye Blue Terriers, and other allotment of Irish canines (this is me, dog-petter-extraordinaire after all).
In typical 2 year old fashion, Everett refused to eat all day, got over tired, and even sported a little sunburn as he’s allergic to sun tan lotions and I am still trying to figure out one he can wear. But, there is also a beautiful walk on the Island next to the Fair Grounds where Everett took his afternoon nap in the stroller to the sound of waves and the bright sunshine. Ah peace and a sleeping toddler!
Before we went home, we had some requests for a formal photo of Everett. So I looked over at the dining room table light and thought, sure, why not? So we took a formal, posed shot for Grandma. As much fun as we had, however, I am SO GLAD TO BE HOME. Guess I’m too much of a homebody, or maybe its just that traveling with a 2 year old is ridiculously frustrating? Yeah, let’s go with that.