This weekend I remembered the things I love about Florida. The warm weather. The sunshine. The outdoors.
And my hair remembered the reason we left Florida. The humidity. I’ve taken, like, two showers a day since we got here and my hair seems to have inflated. A LOT. I have trouble fitting it through doorways. And I don’t know what to do with it now besides throwing it all up on top of my head. I’m working on other options. Perhaps a side ponytail. Or a bun the size of Texas. We’re still working through those important details.
But I’m willing to overlook that horrific hair catastrophe in exchange for the bright blue skies and sunny days like we had this past Saturday.
Chris, Bean, and I went to the Winter Park Arts Festival (Winter Park is an area of town, not a reference to the season, by the way…). It was all through the downtown area of Winter Park and in the city park there were art vendors. At least, I think there were art vendors. I never actually saw one because I forgot to leave the food court area.
Festival food is my weakness. My BFF, Emily, and I call it “food on a stick.” If you can put it on a stick, deep fry it, or dip it in cheese sauce, we’re in. Bonus points if you can do all three at one time.
The festival was really crowded and I worried as I rammed my way through the crowds with my oversized stroller that Bean might not like being in such close quarters with 50,000 people.
But if he was nervous, you couldn’t tell. He sat in his stroller, waving his arms around like Moses parting the Red Sea of people. He yelled and babbled and called out to anyone who happened to be within shouting distance. And, believe me, there were a lot of people within shouting distance. A local radio station gave him a big yellow balloon and that silenced him long enough for him to see if the balloon was edible. It was not. And so the yelling and catcalling at strangers continued. But he was one happy, loud little guy.
At lunch time, we took a little break and grabbed a seat for a while. Chris and I shared one of my favorite meals – cuban skirt steak with rice and black beans. Oh my word. My mouth is watering just remembering the meal. Bean passed on the skirt steak and had sweet potatoes, avocados, and black beans. Which means his diaper later in the day almost made me pass out.
(Was that too much sharing? Sorry.)
After lunch, we walked around for a little bit more and finally Chris convinced me there was more to life than food vendors, though I still think he failed to make that argument successfully. We walked through a few rows of artists and their paintings and photography and wood working and jewelry and glass pieces. I ran up an imaginary tab of about $65,000 and had our entire house redecorated in my head. Complete with an enormous wooden sculpture of a pelican with a half eaten fish hanging out of his mouth. I thought this would be perfect in the new Man Cave. Chris disagreed.
A few hours later, we took another little break so that Bean Man could get some cuddles in. Sitting in that stroller all day was hot and even with all the fun of bossing around 50,000 people, he still needed a little break. Management is tough work.
When we got back to the car that afternoon, Bean fell asleep before we had even packed the stroller in the trunk. Which was good. I was balancing a funnel cake, a corn dog, a large frosty lemonade, and a gyro on my lap. I couldn’t be bothered with Bean’s antics in the car.
All in all, it was a great day for our family. It was so nice to be out of the house and doing something that was just the three of us. The sunshine made me happy and, despite the rapidly increasing size of my hair, I enjoyed being outdoors for the afternoon.
Of course, we could have been at a street festival in Norway in -20 degree blowing snow and I would have been completely happy with my corn dog. And my funnel cake. And my normal-sized hair.