Every April in Austin, there is a festival called Eeyore's Birthday Party. As I understand it, it was started in the 60's by some folks at UT to celebrate spring. I'm not sure what they did at the first few decades of Eeyore's. Its modern incarnation involves lots of costumes, open-air marijuana smoking (for some, not all), drum circles, beer drinking, food consumption, and the occasional May pole or sack race (for the kids, of course). It's great fun.
For many moons, we've been determined to continue our annual attendance at Eeyore's, and wondered if having a two month old might slow us down. As it turned out, it slowed us down a bit, but didn't hinder us at all!
Happy family:
Example of the joie de vivre on display at Eeyore's:
Example of how that joie de vivre also involves funny non-sequitors:
Festival Parenting: The Next Frontier:
We learned a few things that day. First, we learned that our Kelty baby carrier totally rocks. Jack was happy to be carried around the festival like a papoose on Durel's chest. Victory is ours. Second, we learned that Jack is destined to be a thumb-sucker. He snuck that in for a while during the festival. Third, we learned that we are all-terrain parents, and that Jack is an adaptable kid, who will happily nurse under a tree while in a tie dyed onesie at a hippie festival.
Awesome.
Hope this finds you well,
Heather