We had a nice day today. Slept in a bit, made whole wheat biscuits and mini loaves of banana bread, and set-up a cool track for the wooden trains. T built most of it himself which was wonderful to watch.
Late morning T and I headed out to one of the large festivals happening this weekend. It has been a favorite festival for some time, though I don't go as often as I used to. I also don't go like I did at one time where I would spend hours in front of the music stage. I did however buy a new necklace (um, yes, not that I needed a new necklace or anything) from Smart Glass and enjoy walking in the Spring air. We had about ten to fifteen minute walk into the park and festival and T was a fun trooper finding all kinds of things to look at. On the way back he found and carried a very large stick. I let him bring it home. Not so much that I was being soooo nice, but because I couldn't see leaving it in someone else's yard further down the street - it is big. Lots of people smiled at my boy with his stick.
T was a lucky boy too. He was really great while I was getting my necklace, so when I saw some girls selling cookies for charity, and when I saw it was for childhood cancer, I snatched some up. Next he got a corn dog - he knows now I think that festivals mean corn dogs. He likes them. Then we walked the trail around the lake and he got to throw sticks and seed pods to see what might sink, and watch ducks and geese. He ran after one, and another hissed at us. Then the big treat. I loured T to the festival with me with the information they had a Ferris wheel and carousel. He wasn't interested in the carousel (until after he saw it) but was very interested in the wheel. The whole time 'we' were looking at art, we were also watching the skyline for the giant wheel.
While T was scared at first when it started moving and he could see how high we were going to get (he had not been fazed in the least on the ground, though I tried to stay very neutral about it, not wanting to impart any of my fear on to him) he started having fun at the second revolution. I told him he was very brave trying to recall some of what we read recently in the Lion and the Unicorn, a book we checked out from the library. At the end he said he wanted to do it again.
After nap (I worked in the yard) T colored. He chose not to go to an egg hunt so he could stay home and play and make a puppet. He enjoys making puppets. Today he wanted grey crayons, the right gray, and not silver, to color a pick-up truck print out. He says his new favorite color is grey, not red, like it had been most recently, and perhaps even yesterday.
While he colored, I sorted his crayons. He has many, many crayons - special ones he has been given as gifts or as part of a gift, a big box of 64 or 96, and many lose crayons, often the result of birthday parties and restaurants.
I separated the 'cool' colors from the standard, but found that not all the fun named colors would fit in the box I thought they all came in. Wild blue yonder, dandelion, and cyber grape among others, have to find a new home.
After a while I returned to the yard work (sooooo much to do and I barely made a dent in our multitude of weeds and work.) but was called back for a performance, then another, then another. See show one below with the truck puppet T made - he did all the cutting, which both B and I are impressed with.