Fall Festival Fun

Angi's school had a fall festival last night.

Imagine a crowded, noisy gymnasium, filled with games of chance and skill. Then visualize a tiny girl in a Supergirl costume, racing from game to game for the sheer thrill of victory (she has the arms in a "v" above the head gesture down to an art). She fished, tossed footballs, beanbags and pumpkins. There was a golf game which resulted in a hole in one (assisted by her Dad who was intent on teaching her how to swing properly--she's never too young to prepare for a scholarship). There was a duck pond with ducks, whales and beavers. She amazed some of the middle school boys running the games by actually tossing a football through a bicycle tire after playing catch with him for the first few tosses.

She earned lots of cheap plastic consolation prizes and special blue tickets which could purchase better prizes.

She did the cakewalk twice before I reminded her that she doesn't like cake.

Then she did it again for the joy of dancing exuberantly in a circle then dashing for a chair.

The night ended with a bag of popcorn and a run through a maze in the dark.

Angie loved every second of it. She's already planning for next year's festival.

Kian's Current Stats

Weight: 17 pounds, 10 ounces.
Height: 26 inches.

(His growth rate is typical of breastfed babies.)

Diaper situation: No problems. Mommy's dairy elimination diet seems to be working.

Reaction to immunizations: Not pleased.

State of his mouth: No teeth yet, but drooling constantly and cramming things in his mouth for relief.

General mood: charming flirt and happy-go-lucky little guy full of love for Mommy, Daddy and Angie.

I'm not certain who will win this one.

Kian has been admiring the remote controls for about a week, maybe two weeks.

Tonight he dove for it, clutched it with joy and brought it to his mouth to soothe his aching gums.

Chas attempted to wrestle it away from Kian. For a six month old, his grip is surprisingly strong.

Looks like the battle for the remote is starting early.

Who is that guy.

Angie has decided that we are going to an art museum.

Tonight at dinner she announced that we would be going to the art museum and that somebody would be watching Kian there.

Intrigued, Chas and I questioned her as to the identity of this mystery babysitter.

She replied, "Do you know who it is? He watches football, baseball and basketball. He wears a hat. The hat says 'Pittsburgh.'"

Torn between delight at missing the art museum adventure and dismay that he was relegated to watching Kian (since he does that all day), Chas was impressed at the highly accurate description of himself.

Though he did remove the hat.

More Fun

After several inquiries regarding what we would be doing this evening, Angie (with much frustration) firmly stated, "No. We have to do something more fun than change Kian's diaper."