She Was Thirsty. Or Something.

The husband has been working on a project out in the yard since the dinosaurs roamed the earth (approximately), so I made a plan this past weekend to stay out of his way. It's not so much that *I* need to stay out of his way as it is that I need to keep Mila out of his way. Mila is, after all, Slovaspanglish for "Creature who doesn't let people do useful things." It's best to keep her at a very healthy distance.

Like out of state.

Except, out of state wasn't an option, so I took the girls downtown for the Arts Festival.

We do the Arts Festival every year, so I called upon experience to do the thing up right. I grabbed a carrier, not a stroller, because there isn't a square inch available for steering a Tiny Human around between the packed-in vendors and the crowds that gather. Which, could somebody work on that? There is plenty of unused space available. Spread the vendors out more, please. I promise I will buy more things because maybe then I will be able to get to a vendor or two without risking my life.

While we're at it, could we have more seating as well? I'm certainly a fan of having a little picnic in the grass, but tables and chairs come in super handy when you're in charge of a person who thinks rocks exist solely so she can sharpen her fangs. And don't get me started on the fact that I had to repeatedly tell Mila that we don't eat other people's french fries off of the ground. Nor their popcorn. Not even their funnel cake crumbs are stashed on the ground for our enjoyment.

ANYWAY.

The major highlight of the Arts Festival was, oddly enough, the fountain at The Point. Both girls were over the moon as they sat with their feet in the water and splashed a little. I think they would still be sitting there if I hadn't eventually dragged them away.

When I did drag them away, it was to walk through the vendor tents and see if I could find any art for either Alexis' or Mila's bedroom. Sadly, we did not find any fun hot air balloon prints nor any neon kitty prints, but Mila found something better.

Mila found the upside to people not respecting her personal space.

So, the thing is that Miss Mila was strapped to the front of me. That means she was pretty much contained, other than her ability to reach out with her tiny chubby arms and give whatever a yank. I, for one, do not trust tiny chubby arms. I keep a safe distance from them. Other people, however, seem to think it's cool to bump into Miss Mila or stand right up against her.

I did try to stop her. I swear. That girl moves like lightning, though.

So, uh, fine people who were at the Arts Festival this weekend, I'm very sorry my one year-old kept stealing your drinks. Maybe next time you could hold them a little further away from her? Maybe? I'll work on teaching her to keep her hands to herself.

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[mindymin]

Omg. I'm laughing out loud and the dogs think I'm crazy. The story. The pic. Perfection :)