Bummer Spacedaddy had to work all weekend. We missed him so much.
But we couldn't sit home without him, bored. It is Christmas season, afterall. Festivals everywhere you look! After a make-up class at the Little Gym again today, and another fabulous Anna nap (not me, I surfed the net and cleaned the house), we ventured out to the League City Christmas on the Creek festival.
On the way, she asked for her paci. Of which I had cut the tip off with scissors, since I've heard stories that it's worked (I know about the safety warnings in doing this too...disclaimer). Interested to see what she'd do. In the car:
Anna: Paci? Paci?
Spacemama: Here's your paci, baby! (watching her reaction)
Anna (pulling the paci out her mouth): Paci boke! Paci boke!
She threw her paci down to the floor and told me the entire way to the festival that her paci was BOKE BOKE BOKE! She wasn't upset, just adamant that I knew it was broken (boke). And I also heard in there that paci's are for babies and yucky. I asked her a few times if she wanted it back and she said no every time. Hmmmm...could it really work this well? Time will tell...
In the meantime, Anna rode her first ferris wheel, and played her first carnival games. She won them all and even negotiated an extra prize :) She also watched the band play Christmas music, and played on the playground. But we did miss Paul.
On the ferris wheel
She won! No sympathy for the 5-year old challenger
Pick up the duck, win that prize. Don't drink the water.On the way home, she proceeded to remind me her paci was "boke." Nor did she want it.
Exhausted back at home, we started decorating the tree till we all got too tired to go on. And it was early. Paul is running a fever, Anna was pooped from hard play, and I was tired from the whole weekend.
Helping to decorate the tree
In the Christmas SpiritIn bed tonight, Anna reminded me that her other paci was "boke". This one was apparently OK. Night-night, baby.
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