Saturday, April 25, 2015

Frozen festiwaffles.

WE HAVE HAD A HUGELY EXCITING DAY.


So we woke up and it was freezing-raining, and I was like, Good thing that indoor agriculture festival is on today.


It's not, like, an amazing festival, but there are a bunch of booths and food samples and the kids get a passport and they take it from booth to booth and get stamps.


You end up with a bunch of random shit, like this stressball chicken Eleanor is super in love with.


And then, obviously, there is face painting.


I don't know if they were asked to use up the neon paints or if the girl was just asleep at the switch when she got started and felt like she had to keep going in the same vein, but Eleanor is ended up just the most neon baby chick ever.


The most neon baby chick ever is into it, so whatever. 


The Most Neon Baby Chick also got a free burger.


The Most Neon Baby Chick held a bug.


The Most Neon Baby Chick checked out the fuzzy baby regular-colored chicks.


The Most Neon Baby Chick drove a caveman car.


The Most Neon Baby Chick kept her stress-cow safe from the snow that the freezing rain had turned into.


The Most Neon Baby Chick wiped her face and went to bed.


And when she woke up, and Geneva woke up, and everyone was cranky and I was like, LET'S FACETIME YOUR PAPA AND GIGI and Eleanor was like, YES, I will tell them about my baby chick face, and then the power went out because we had like so many snow by this point.


And I texted Josie all, Hey, you guys still have power? And she texted back like, Do you not? DO YOU NEED TO COME OVER FOR WAFFLES?


And I had nothing in my house except berries we had picked up that morning, so at least we didn't have to show up at the door empty-handed like poor relations, and Josie saved us from having to eat a supper of berries and, like, cheese or whatever else you don't have to heat up, and our downstairs neighbor got the garage door open so we could LEAVE, and I drove all the way to Josie's in the total anarchy that is Circle Drive When All The Traffic Lights Are Out and no one crashes, and by the time we got home, the power was back on so we could heat our house up and not DIE in the frozen night, and also this is a thing that's been happening all day.


LOOK AT HER TINY BODY. GENEVA YOU ARE TOO TINY TO BE STANDING MY LITTLE WREN.


No I amn't.

3 comments:

blackbird said...

Snow! Waffles! Walking!

I love Eleanor's face while she waits patiently for it to be painted.

blackbird said...

I must have been hallucinating the cake captcha.
So sad.

trish said...

Everyone needs a Josie.