For the picnic we signed up to bring brownies, and I thought it would be a good experience for TLG and I to bake them early in the morning, and then bring them to the picnic. Pride in accomplishments, and all that. So around 0900 (after a quick trip to the store to buy eggs, which he helped me check for cracks) we began the process.
|He was extremely excited about the egg.|
|Official Taste Tester|
Those brownies were 100% not done.
Now, they were done enough. Enough that I'd eat them, or give them to family to eat, and just enjoy the chewy rawness of the bottom. But to take to a Class Picnic, where people might actually complain about salmonella? No. So on our way to school we popped into WalMart to pick up a substitute; "We already have brownies!" TLG shrieked in indignation (pride in accomplishment, sigh), but after I explained the situation (ie lied and told him I didn't think we had enough) he grudgingly agreed to their purchase, with the caveat that he got to carry them.
The point of the picnic was to celebrate grandparents, but since TLG's all live far far away, we instead brought my aunt and uncle to represent the generation. TLG had a grand old time running his great uncle ragged on the playground!
|Not nearly as death-trappish as they were in MY day.|
Fortunately for everyone he fell asleep on the way home, so he got an hour nap (and I got a chance to write some Severan stuff, which I'll share in a few days) before we had to get ready for Event Number Two.
I'd been so focused on the chance to eat delicious ethnic foods that I had totally spaced on the fact that we've got some multiculturalism in our household, too. But fortunately at the very last moment it occurred to me, and I squeezed TLG into his vintage lederhosen (passed down through the family from the aforementioned great uncle). I was bummed that I hadn't thought of it in time to have my mom ship me my dirndls, but there's always next year...
|Ready to Ride! Possibly for the last time, because he's just about outgrown that seat.|
|He would literally bite his money's face off within five minutes. Enemies beware.|
|Not necessarily multicultural, but a favorite from the Farmer's Market we were excited to find here.|
|They looked like butterflies.|
|A burst of sunshine!|