At Grandma and Grandpa's, Wisconsin edition.

So I found a frog in the corner of the house in the backyard there, when I was in the grass. My Dad told me to make a cave with my hands around him, and grab him, and I kept trying. I tried to catch him a lot but he felt slimy so I touched him but didn't catch him a lot of times. And he jumped on my finger. And then I caught him. Then Mom took a picture of him and me. I let him go out into the grass. I was supposed to put him into the bush but I put him into the grass instead. I let him go. And that's the end of my story.

Tomorrow we are going to have fun and go to the zoo and see some friends. And maybe go swimming. And play PBS Kids.

Weekend adventures.

Yesterday was jam-packed with kid stuff to do, to say the least. In the morning, the bug was invited to a special tea at the Teahouse in Boulder. Here she is, all dressed up in her twirly costume dress from the garage sale down the street a few weeks back:

We got there to meet with the other girls, and discovered they'd told us the wrong date. Well, seven moms and seven girls and seven far-away parking spaces on a busy farmer's market morning later, the girls got their faces painted instead. The facepainter's son was a pretty good advertisement (his eyes are closed, look carefully):

The lady who did the bug's face also painted eyeballs on the back of her eyelids, so when she blinked it looked like she had cat eyes:

Well, she was the rock star of the farmer's market after that. We went to the art museum since it's free on Saturdays and located in the middle of the farmer's market, and complete strangers were asking my permission to take a picture of her facepaint. (Mostly grandmotherly women, oddly enough, although one woman said she wanted to run a booth and do facepaint like that for her upcoming church fair.) Here she is with a few of her friends:

In the afternoon, we went to the local county fair, and the bug went on her first carnival ride:

The pictures don't quite do it justice, as the rickety too-big-for-kids-to-ride-alone-but-not-really-big-enough-for-parents ride was a little scary for both of us. (The bug because she'd never been on a ride before, and me because I had, and was hoping the carnies had stayed sober long enough to get through the mechanics check that morning.)

The polliwog, who does not appear in these pictures as he was generally riding in the stroller or the backpack looking rather warm and half-asleep, still appeared to have a largely good day full of fresh air and sunshine. Matt managed to miss out on the morning adventures but did enjoy poking around the fair in the afternoon with me. We only regret the kids are a bit too small still to enjoy the demolition derby--maybe next year!

All in all, a fabulous day, and one that resulted in a good deal of child sleep that evening which is the hallmark of raging success in the Beasley household.