We went to the
Fairie Festival this past weekend. In the past
Jes and I used to work there selling my
Aunt Lynne's home-made human-sized fairie wings. But last year was my last year as Esther doesn't allow for that kind of shenanigans. And this year was Lynne's last year. Jes,
Becky, and I (and a crew full of other people too) all went on Sunday to the festival and took Esther (I'll post pictures as soon as i have them).
We set up a blanket and has Esther crawling around and playing with her toys. Several people passed by and took pictures of my beautiful baby and then exclaimed "Is she crawling??!!" and then "How old is she?!" when i tell them 6 months people give me a weird look and then tell me how incredibly early that is. I tell them that she started getting around at 4 months.
There were tons of other babies there. Also, all these other babies were placidly being pushed around in their strollers (or as Stephen says, "prams"). They were quiet, calm, happy, mellow, and sometimes sleeping babies. One baby who was 5 months and about 4lbs heavier than Esther let me hold her and laughed and smiled and was as happy as could be. WHAT THE HECK???!!! Babies don't come like that, do they?? What model did she get? Is it broken or something? Maybe it was the meticulous diet sans sugar and just about everything tasty that i was on while pregnant that has turned my child into the hyper, super aware, busy-body that she is. I should have smoked cigarettes, drank beer, bathed in soda-pop, and ate my body weight in twinkies. Then maybe I would be a well rested woman.
In other news: I just scheduled Esther's 6 month Doctor's appt. for 2pm next Thursday. Which will really mean Ben will come home at 1pm clean up. I'll nurse her, change her, pack the diaper bag, get out to the car buckle her into her seat, then she'll poo all over the place and we'll have to unpack her and the seat clean them both up change her outfit and then try it again.
So we'll be late to the appointment, but that won't matter cause we sit there for like three days anyhow waiting for someone to see us. Then we finally get called they weigh her and poke her and tell us how cute and aware she is. Then we wait for three more days until someone comes to see us and listen to Esther's heart. Then that person leaves and a nurse comes in with needles and Esther screams and gives me that "you betrayed me" look and my heart breaks. And I have a small panic attack thinking that the immunizations are going to give her Autism or some other awful disease. Ben calms me down. I breathe into a paper bag while Esther happily chews on a tongue depressor and then we finally get our act together pile into the car. Have a brief argument about whether or not we should get a pizza for dinner on the way home. and Finally around a week later we get home and eat and make our way to the bed time routine which comes about 5 minutes before i have to get up and go to work.
Saturday evening we had a small cook out. We had intended on building a fire in the yard but it rained so Ben made a grill out of a tin tub, cinder blocks, and a grate to cook on.
Sunday Frank came to visit. An old friend from what seems like a very, very, very long time ago
and his new girl friend, Molly, whom i love! (way to go frank)
Molly played with Esther in the grass.
This picture is from this morning when it was chilly. This is just to show Rachie that the beautiful sweater she knit for Esther is being put to good use.
This is last friday... laundry day.
And this is my favorite nursing picture. I wish it were in focus.
