We traveled to my hometown of Kingwood this past weekend for the annual Buckwheat Festival. My favorite part of the Festival has always been the Fireman's parade on Thursday night. It is the official start of the Festival and has such a great feeling being at night in early fall. Sadly, the weather was NASTY, and we didn't even go to Kingwood until Friday because of it. It was such a cold and icky weekend that the only day we made it the grounds was Saturday for an hour. We got pop what we thought was a buckwheat pillow, but was really a corn pillow, saw some of the exhibits, played the birthday game and ran into a few old friends and family. Chase slept through most of this hour, but did wake up toward the end. He can be very alert raising his head up and looking around. I think he's sad that he didn't get to have any buckwheat cakes. We got to spend time with Grandma, Grandpa and Uncle Rob though, so that was nice. Aunt Sisser was also there. Chase was spoiled by all of the attention.
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