Harken Ye! Harken Ye! Grand Lords and Ladies of my Lineage...

Dear Grandparents,

This week the highlights had to be swim class and the Renaissance Festival. At swim class we started dunking. I am not really sure about it yet. Hopefully it won't scare me as bad the next time I try it.






Here are Mommy and I before the dunking commenced...

I was trying to figure out why all the other babies were hitting the water so much, when...

Hey, why are you all singing and going in a circle, oh shit...this isn't gong to end well, is it? 

Well there you have it, the latest in what has been a series of events that are supposed to be good for me or enriching, but when viewed from the vacuum of experience in which I exist, seem much like "enhanced" interrogation techniques.

My parents must have felt bad about the whole partial drowning thing and so they took me to a Renaissance Festival down in Larkspur.

 

First stops in were a flower tiara for Mommy and a drinking horn for Daddy's mead. 

I got to snag this wicked hat, it drove the ladies wild the rest of the day!

On our way out the queen spotted me and requested an audience with my cuteness. My mommy, being an obedient wench, acquiesced to her request ;)



To all of my grandparents,
With love,
Leif