Scarborough Rennaisance Faire

Little brothers are stinky

This weekend we took the camper down to Cedar Hill State Park.  We left around 4pm on Friday, so naturally traffic was miserable.  Part of the park was shut down due to recent flooding, and they were pretty much booked up, so it's a good thing we had reservations.  We got there around 6:30, and I think Bazinga fell asleep three times on the way.  The site was nice and level, and we were right across the street from the bathroom.  There was a nice little trail from our site directly to the playground, so Bazinga had a blast, except for when she got stuck on top of some playground equipment.  I heard what sounded like a baby goat, so I wandered over there with 2.0.  I found Bazinga on top of some climbing doohickey, yelling, "Dad!  Dad!  Dad!  Dad!" with all these kids standing around staring at her.  I told her how to get down, but she wouldn't do it.  Finally I sent Moses over to get her down.  I don't know exactly what she did, but they both came back, so I guess it worked.

Bratwurst "pizza"

Dinner on Friday night was a Tombstone pizza.  I'd sent Moses to Albertson's to stock up when there was a sale with some coupons, but I didn't check what pizzas he'd purchased.  He came back with this monstrosity.  It's brautwurst pizza.  It has mustard on it.  Mustard does not belong on pizza.  I'm not sure this even qualifies as pizza.  You'll notice that the "pizza" is already cut in half.  That's because as I was packing the camper, I realized that our freezer will not hold an entire Tombstone pizza, so I had to cut it in half and rewrap it with Saran wrap.  Bazinga didn't eat the same dinner as us, because that would just be rediculous (insert eyeroll here) so I warmed up some chicken nuggets for the kids.  After complaining that her tummy hurt, she walked over to the trash can, calmly pulled her hair back, and proceeded to puke.  Twice.  And she didn't even make a mess.  Moses had thrown up late Thursday night, so I wasn't horribly surprised.  She slept on the couch because it's easier to clean than her bunk, and she woke up feeling pretty good the next morning.

Saturday morning we got up early and had cold cereal.  Then Bazinga put on her Cinderella dress, I braided her hair, and off we went to Scarborough Faire.  Just as we came up on the exit on I35, traffic came to a standstill.  Then I remembered the traffic the last time we came here.  It took us 45 minutes to get from the exit ramp to the front gates.  That's less than two miles.  We already had tickets, but the line just to get in was pretty long and slow as well.

Once we finally got in, Bazinga did not know what to make of it all.  I think she thought she'd be the only one dressed as a princess.  She was wrong.  Santa Claus was there, but she got very shy when we went up to say hi.  She gravitated toward all the rides, which cost money.  Of course.  I wouldn't let her ride those, but she did get to pet a unicorn, go in the petting zoo, get her face painted, and meet mermaids.  That wasn't good enough, so we had some meltdowns and pouts.

Dweezle and I split a scotch egg, which was good, but I can make that at home.  Around lunch time, he went out to the truck to bring in the sandwiches I'd packed. (Ham, turkey, and swiss for us, PB & banana for Bazinga, which she wouldn't eat.)  2.0 needed a nap, but he showed no signs whatsoever of going to sleep, so I decided to wear him.  It started to sprinkle, so I went out to the truck and brought back jackets for the kids and myself.  Dweezle said he didn't want his, but I did offer.  Just as we were going back in, the skies opened up and it was a very cold rain.  2.0 seemed warm enough since he was right up against me, and he laid his head down a few times, but then he perked back up.  We darted in and out of shops to dry off, but eventually we'd had enough.  It was just too cold and wet with little kids.  I took 2.0 back out to the truck and waited for Dweezle and Bazinga.  Getting out was just about as bad as getting in, until I decided to go the back way to Maypearl and Venus instead of out to I35.

Dinner that night was crock pot chili, and I'm very glad I didn't have to cook anything once we got back.  Dweezle took a nap with 2.0, and Bazinga played with her dolls on the couch while I knit some socks.

Sunday breakfast was a sausage & tater tot casserole from the freezer.  We decided to stop by REI and Stonebriar mall so I could pick up my wedding ring, which I'd had resized.  While Moses was getting the camper ready, I took the kids over to an area that had some bluebonnets.  I had visions of nice pictures worthy of framing and gifting to grandparents.  I got this.

And this.

And this.

I had to make fart noises to get Bazinga to smile.  Here are the best ones of each kid, because I never did get a decent one of the two of them.

We stopped at REI and I saw a backpack that I really like.  However, it's much cheaper online.  It had lots of compartments and organization, unlike the backpack I use as a diaper bag now, which is basically a giant sack.  I set a pricewatch on camelcamelcamel.com on that one.

Bazinga thinks she has to go to the LEGO store anytime we're there.  2.0 now agrees.

More Sourdough

I used the same recipe I used last time, and I wound up with this:

Om nom nom nom nom.  This loaf was perfect.  I let the dough rise in the windowsill, and it wasn't runny at all like the last loaf.  You can really taste the sourness in this one.  Needless to say, it's all gone now.