We went to the Renaissance Faire yesterday.
Wait. Before we go on, I need you to understand that when I say Renaissance, I am saying it like this:
Okay, now that we’ve established that SUPER IMPORTANT FACT. The faire.
I love our faire. Costumes range from tavern wenches to pirates to barbarians to steam punk and no one gets all weird about it–everyone is just having fun. Anachronisms reign supreme (hoops skirts! Did I mention steam punk?) and it is awesome.
Renting this wagon is the best $15 I’ve spent in recent memory. Pulling it around kind of sucked (though Will did most of that because he is awesome) but it reduced child carrying by about 90% and since it was 104 degrees outside I would have paid double.
Grace INSISTED on going too, which made me nervous. I wasn’t sure she would go through with it, and it’s the most expensive ride–but she loved it. LOVED IT. She started jumping before the nice young man could give her a test bounce (which they do for all the little kids) and she didn’t stop until he stopped her when her time was up.
Oh yeah, I took video.
It was a long day full of heat exhaustion, and we spent way too much money, but it was SO MUCH FUN. And I think we all avoided sunburn! Huzzah!
And then I slept ~12 hours and this morning I very nearly put cayenne pepper on my yogurt instead of cinnamon.