This weekend, we loaded the kids up on Saturday morning and headed down to the Lake Eola Arts Festival. Lake Eola is this giant lake in the middle of downtown Orlando. The city has spent tons of money in the past few years cleaning up the lake and making the area a really nice place for families to visit. There is a playground and always lots of ducks to feed. Plus, they have wide, clean sidewalks and big areas of grass to play in. Normally, we don’t get downtown much because we live in the ‘burbs, but we try to come in for the arts festival once a year, and it never disappoints.
(Her hand on his little belly kills me!)
There were all kinds of treats and goodies to be had. We came home with a new frisbee, some new Mardi Gras beads, hair bows (with Easter eggs on them!), and maybe a bit too much sun.
We played in bounce houses, with corn hole sets, on the playground, and in the grass. We hit baseballs, kicked soccer balls, and chased one very terrified swan.
(Can we all agree that Bean looks 15 years old in this picture? Father Time is a punk.)
We ate corn dogs and philly cheesesteaks and “Cheetahs,” as Gracie says (Cheetos). And we drank sweet tea under the trees.
And when it was time to leave, we were sad.
Because who doesn’t love days like this?