It was a happy hunt: Laffy Taffy, Starbursts, and Twizzlers a-plenty. It's a chocolate-free tradition—the melting hazard is too high. Thank goodness too, or I might snatch some of Charlotte's spoils. I can resist the rest.
Not that there has been a dearth of chocolate around here.
Despite my belly-aching, we had a great weekend. To switch gears from working to family time, I went on a short run Saturday morning. I returned ready to pause my projects and enjoy the moment.
The Baileys had a day in the sun—much needed. We dawdled around the Renaissance Festival for a few hours with my sister Julia and her family. Hermione guided us from place to place while Isaac and I juggled the baby between us. Elijah was in a separate world eating frozen cheesecake, making candle keepsakes, practicing alien languages—with a girl. Yep, Elijah brought a girl. I have been repeating this to myself ever since, Elijah brought a girl.
I will adjust.
I'm always amazed by the variety of folks that carve a life out for themselves from this spectacle: broom-makers, puppet-makers, leather-mask-makers; there is room for all sorts. (Not much room for their bosoms in those corsets though.)
Charlotte wants one of everything. In the past, we've picked up bat wings and bendy-dragons for her to play with. This year, we couldn't extract Charlotte from the mega-overpriced, shoulder-sitting-dragon-pets booth to find a reasonable keepsake for her. Good memories will have to suffice this year.
Poor girl.
