Over the summer, the little town of Ashford, Alabama turned 120 years old. And the town threw a little party- a charming small town party featuring tiny little beauty queens, ferris wheels, country music and 95 degree temperatures. Everything you’d expect from an Alabama party in the summer.
Burtch spotted the carnival rides waiting to be set up the week before the shindig. And as you would expect from a strong willed 2 year old, the meltdown’s ensued. To avert additional tantrums filled wailing and howling and endlessly repeating “I wide! I wide!” I went out of my way to avoid driving through town. What’s a little wasted fossil fuel to save my sanity?
Despite it being hotter than the devil’s coochie, The Pilot and I decided we’d take the boys to birthday party that weekend. It was totally worth it because there was free cake!
Poor little Lawson. He’s fearless and craves excitement and wants to try everything that he’s too small for.
“I AM big enough!”
Here’s one he can ride. Who doesn’t want to crawl into a metal oven that’s painted like a strawberry and spin in circles when it’s close to 1oo degrees? Ugh. Although, I did ride this with them I have to disclose that my tolerance for riding “around and around” rides significantly diminished when I hit 25. I barely escaped this one without incident.
One of the neat things about Ashford is that it has a beautiful old train depot and caboose that have been completely restored. The boys, even the big one really enjoy climbing all over it.
On the loading platform of the depot sits an old mail wagon that’s at least 100 years old. Your probably not supposed to climb on it.
Hopefully Barney Fife isn’t coming to arrest me.