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All of a sudden it's summer (see: three days of complaining about the heat/not-heat-humidity) and all of a sudden we have an actual kid who likes to do actual kid things. Maybe fun summer activities are cosmic payback for the spitting up in lieu of napping phase?
Anyway, Saturday we went to a festival right at the spot where we took Dylan on her first real excursion when she was a few days old. I remember that day really well because I was SO EXCITED to get out and it was a nice fall day and there was dessert involved. Aaron also remembers that day fondly because: gelato.
We had just as nice a time this time, although different things appealed to each of us. For me, it was hard to top the discovery of mayonnaise-soaked corn on the cob as a street food. True to her love of heavy machinery, Dylan was quite fond of the shuttle bus we took from the parking area.
Actually, I don't know what was in it for Aaron, my charming company aside.
There was one other thing it in for Dylan, though. Did you know they make little kid bounce houses? They do.
My skills as your constant photowoman were sorely tested, as the mesh made the auto focus not work and I had to do it manually and that's backbreaking labor you know.
Dylan weaseled her way around the time limit and spent about 20 minutes in there. I eventually realized the bounce house had a giant mushroom, turtle, and a flower that looked like it could provide fire power.
Shortly thereafter she did a unintentional, but nonetheless impressive, full body flip over the turtle's head.
She didn't seem to mind. Or notice.
Tragically not pictured: Aaron going in after her and dragging her out by the ankles. She's learned a thing or two from Snuffy.
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"Oooh, look, a duck race! Sunday at 3pm. What time is it?"
"Saturday. You need a day clock."
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