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Farmer’s Market with someone 70 years younger than John McCain

September29

We hit the Mill City Farmer’s Market on Saturday and Kory took these gorgeous pictures of The Baby and various food items.

The Baby caused quite a stir with her new shirt that Mommy bought her at Things Younger Than John McCain. People approached us in a steady stream asking about the shirt, where we got it, how to buy it, etc. Women in hemp clothes rummaged through their felted bags for a pen and paper to write the website down… Men and teenagers pointed and laughed and a certain someone lapped up the attention and would surely have agreed to sign autographs if she knew how to spell her name.  Instead, she told them, ” CUPCAKE! MOON!” and everyone was all, “Right on, little Democrat.”

A close up of Mr. Duck… with The Baby flapping her wings and saying, “WACK! WACK” in the background.

This is a “Pulled Pork Taco”, but it’s really nachos.  It was so good, we growled and hooted.

Outside the mill…. where we practiced counting.

Counting for The Baby goes like this:

TWO TWO TWO FIVE!

She’s 25% right and that’s pretty good if you aren’t even two two two years old yet.

A picture Kory took of the old mill, that I plan to have framed…

And finally, the flowers we bought on our way out, with amazing and unusual lime green and purple cabbages mixed in.

What a difference a year makes….

September6

First state fair, eating (as one should at the fair):

2nd state fair (same such eating) :

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Fairishness

September4

We went to the State Fair last Sunday.  I made an interesting wardrobe choice by wearing long jeans, tennis shoes and a black 3/4 sleeve shirt…. on a day that was about 104 degrees outside.

Le Gorgeous Bebe und er lovink Nana…

We all yelled, “OINK! OINK” except The Baby, who insisted on yelling, “ELMO! ELMO!”

She’s in a Kissing Phase.  She kisses everything she likes.  Crayons. Books. People. Oh, and baby cows..

Would sir care for some straw?

CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESE! (curds)

If someone said to me, you either have to step into this booth with 75,000 angry bees… OR… you have to crawl on your hands and knees over a football field of broken glass …OR… you have to ride on this ride at the fair… guess what I would pick?

She really could not have been LESS impressed with cotton candy.

You guys are NUTS.  That’s not FOOD.

A proud mothering moment wherein I cram a piece of cotton candy in her mouth to prove to her that it’s not from Home Depot…but actually sugar so pure it will rot your teeth out of your head before you can learn to say “Dental Restorative Copay”.

These dudes are called “The Bitter Spills” (which is an awesome band name) – they were folky bluegrassy and even if I am the only person there that found their Fair-inspired song , “Wall Of Death”, amusing… well, it’s the fair, boys.  In the “Heritage” area.  On a Sunday.  At 10am.

The Baby dug  them…. but when you are not quite 2 years old… there is a fine line between HAVING THE BEST TIME OF YOUR LIFE…

… and totally over it….

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