We had a rather weird day today. It all started when RJ and I woke up at 6:45. Yeah, 6:45 on a Saturday morning, while the kids were still sleeping, and continued to sleep for another hour and a half. With our early to rise bit we decided to get everyone ready, after the appropriate amount of coffee of course, and head down to the farmers market.
It was glorious, glorious I tell you. I know I have a bit of hippy hiding inside, I mean I'm no birthing a baby at a birth cottage or anything like my best friend but it's there. And my hippy was so happy when I saw fresh fruits and veggies, freshly baked artisan breads, home made soaps from goats milk and meat in coolers marked as special grass fed beef from such and such farms. We sampled Maple flavored orange sodas, maple rum, and elderberry rum. We purchased blueberries and tamales. We saw a special street performing act where the performers juggled things on fire, rode a unicycle, and wore unitards.
Then we decided to walk around town. We found two small book shops one of them had a book on display called " You Just Don't Duct Tape A Baby." We met a turtle named Nemus and walked over a wrought iron bridge. When it was over, I ate my tamale and life was good.
Later in the day the girls went out to play with some friends. They came back to ask for a ziplock bag to catch some tadpoles. I thought that was weird but gave it to them anyway and we continued on our merry way. Isabel came back to wash her hands and I asked how the tadpole hunt went. She replied, " We didn't catch any. I picked them up, but they were leeches." Commence the parental flipping out. " Let us see your hands! Did they bite you?" " No, they didn't bite me, I got them off really fast. But they were leeches. Also there was a lobster. And we killed it. But it had a red body and pinchy claws." We did the only thing we could do after the hand inspection. "Show us the leeches." Guess what! They weren't leeches. Guess what! It wasn't a lobster, it was a crawdad. Guess what! Our kids stoned it to death. Thats right. They admitted it.
" Well we were watching it go down this ditch, and then we got board of watching it so we threw rocks at it."
And then we taught the girls a lesson I would never have thought I would ever have to teach someone.
"JUST BECAUSE YOU GET TIRED OF LOOKING AT SOMETHING DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN KILL IT!"
And that sums up our Saturday. A day of fire juggling, rum sampling, turtle meeting, tamale eating, life lessons. Today was good.
