My brothers and I have been going to the Highland games for as long as I can remember.  It’s a fun little festival with something for everyone.  Music, dancing, athletics, animals, food, vendors…  Well this year and last have been special for me because I get to take my wee one and show him off in a tiny kilt.  He danced to the bagpipes and did a little Irish dancing, chased Highland Warriors and Vikings, smiled confidently at Mary Queen of Scots, stared intently at a Scottish Highland Coo (cow), tried his hand at curling, and mostly just ran free like all little boys should.

He might be a little young for a heavy curling stone but kudos to him for trying.

I might be biased but I think my little one was the best dressed at the Celtic games this year. And yes he walks around everywhere with a flower in his hand.

Pipe bands abound.

Not sure where these guys find the time and money to put these outfits and choreographed spectacles together but we were the beneficiary.

One of my favorite things to watch…big guys hurling heavy things.

The girls are fierce in their flinging of heavy things as well!

Birds of prey were on display.