Finally — Sunday! I was looking forward to spending time together since Don had to work on Saturday, so I wasn’t very happy when he got a call and also had to work for a few hours on Sunday.
He wanted to take my car to Connecticut, which left me stranded with the red monster — Don’s 2-ton, 8-foot-bed, double-cabin work truck.
At first I wasn’t going to go anywhere and wait for Don to return, but Don urged me to go to the American Indian festival I wanted to take Landon to.
The weather was perfect, and I am glad I went with him by myself. I was worried I wouldn’t be able to find a good parking spot for the monster, but I lucked out.
When we got there, we could already hear the drums and the singing of the Native American performers. I got L in the stroller and off we went in search of adventure.
At first, we watched a few Native Americans perform several dances and getting the spectators involved. L watched interested for about ten minutes and then got fidgety. He kept wanting to be held, and he is just too heavy for that by now.
That man’s colorful headdress was absolutely stunning.
Landon’s favorite part was the tipi; we went there twice and he danced and ran around in it alone and with other kids. He kept yanking on the ropes so much, I was worried the whole thing would come down!
Landon ate a hotdog, and I had fried dough. Yum, why can I only find this stuff at fairs?
After we had had enough after about two hours, L and I met up with Don at Grandma’s house. We were celebrating his cousin James’s 7th birthday with a dinner and ice cream cake. Here is L with his cousin Catherine and Ramona.
Since James got to cuddle with his daddy after dinner, Landon requested a “blankie” and wanted to cuddle with Daddy.
I didn’t get to spent much time with Don, but the day wasn’t a total loss, as you can see :)