ah, the smell of fresh air, gas fumes and wet hay

Sunday we were at our annual German festival, and I took Carter on his first hay ride with his cousins. I'm going to say he liked it.

He was on the verge of being napless and didn't want to be held or put down. You know how those days go - especially when you're at an event in the middle of the afternoon.

The hayride calmed him down. At least I'm hoping it was the thrill of the bumpy ride and not the gas fumes from the back of the tractor blowing in our faces.

Don't mind my humidity-battered hair. I know, it looks identical to the hay we're sitting on.