There's No Wrong Way to Eat a Sno-Cone

 Both boys wanted a Sno-Cone after the bobsled ride.  I didn't want anything in my tummy. Dexter devoured his by chomping, licking, sucking through a straw, and shoveling with a spoon on the end of his straw.

I loved seeing the little old Italian ladies dolled up in their red dresses, sandals, and panty hose. On the other hand, Dexter and Daddy were engrossed in the delightful, refreshing enjoyment of eating their Sno-Cones.

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After the relatively tame ATV ride, Dexter rode the bobsled with us.

Dexy sat with Daddy and I sat in the car in front of them so I could get pictures.  Thank God I was focused on them because I would have thrown up if I took my eyes off of them we were going around and around so fast.

Dexter loved every minute of it. My back hated every minute of it (and every minute since).

The Brown ATV That Does Jumps

Dexter also rode a ride all by himself at the festival for the Virgin Mary. 

I think his recollection of it afterwards ("My brown ATV went REALLY fast and did BIG jumps!") was influenced by his excitement and anxiety about riding the ride all by himself. In reality, it went pretty slowly and there were barely any bumps let alone jumps.

Celebrating the Virgin Mary on a Ferris Wheel

This weekend, there is a festival for the Virgin Mary being held in our town. It's been giving me flaskbacks to hot, open window summers living in the North End of Boston where every weekend there was a festival for a different saint and the same band playing the same song for each one..."oh when the saints, oh when the saints, oh when the saints go marching in."

Anyway, on Friday Dexter noticed the huge ferris wheel in the school parking lot and asked if he could go on it. Yesterday, we had the opportunity to celebrate Dexter's poop on the potty AND the Virgin Mary by riding that ferris wheel!

We all went and Dexter was a little nervous at first (I was a little nervous throughout) but soon he enjoyed picking out the familiar sights in town from this new perspective.

Sous Chef

 Dexter has become a real asset in the kitchen.  He loves to help prepare foods (measuring, counting, mixing, not cutting and cooking).  This summer, Dexter and I have gotten into the habit of going to a local farmer's market early Saturday mornings (letting Daddy sleep in a little bit). This week we got blueberries and we decided to try to make a blueberry pie.




Sunday morning, Dexter went through every single blueberry pulling off stems and doing quality control ("blueberries that aren't good go in the not good bowl"). Then he helped measure the blueberries (turns out we were a cup short after QC so I decided to chop up an apple and throw that in as well) and mix them with the other ingredients.  Then he put the pie crust in the pan, filled the crust with the blueberry filling, and, after Mommy cut the second pie crust into strips, helped create a lattice-ish pattern across the top of the pie. We had the pie after dinner last night and it was delicious!