Last weekend we decided to introduce Ada to an important MN staple: the Renaissance Festival.

As I’m sure you all suspected, she was the most well-behaved child on the premises and loved every minute of her three hours there. (Steve loved it, too. Sort of.)

We started things off by abandoning Ada in the middle of Food Alley to see how she’d handle it. It seems that total apathy was all she could muster.

Our next stop was obviously for cheese curds. While I gorged myself on fried dairy balls, Ada and Aunt T listened to some music. Although her face doesn’t express it correctly, Ada was at least as excited as Theresa was. Probably more. That drum was captivating!

It turns out that some vendors at the festival have a 6th sense. They can just tell when you really need a pickle. This lovely gentleman darted out into our path, insisting that we must have a pickle. Who were we to disagree? He even went so far as to escort T back to his pickle bucket for a crisp treat. This entire interaction was actually Steve’s favorite part of the day. Well worth the $2 price tag.

After we’d all been nourished – the adults by soup and smashed potatoes, and Ada by some milk in the mead garden – it was time to meet some animals. The goat was by far the most interesting. It and Ada became fast friends.

Add a couple more loops around the grounds (and one very unsteady experience in the precarious diaper changing Biffy), and we had one little girl who just gave up. On being awake at least.

Will we do it again next year? Probably. Will Steve come along? Probably not. But that’s OK. It’ll be a most excellent girls’ day out!