Arts & Apples & a wagon nap

The day Sonia and Erin left, we headed out to the local Arts & Apples festival to see the Rochester High School band play a little show.  In our quest to teach Charlotte and Peter about marching bands, we were willing to go see the band from Corey's rival high school -- but only because his parents met in the RHS marching band!  My parents also met in the Arizona State University marching band and my sister and her husband met in the University of Notre Dame marching band.  Corey and I would like to think that if we had been in the same college marching band that we would have started dating then, so we will be heartbroken if our mugwumps refuse to join the band.  Thus, we're starting early with the indoctrination.

We wound our way through some of the festival to reach the "Main Stage".

This was just a show with the band standing in place in horrific casual uniforms (t-shirts tucked into see-through elastic-waisted tapered-leg pants!), but at least the flags performed.  Peter liked to stand and bounce while watching the spectacle.

Charlie Jo watched intently and clapped gleefully after every song.  She was mesmerized by the flags.

"Hi band!"

Peter got a little bored about halfway through and started trying out new uses for his sunglasses.  Could they be a beard?

Peter then climbed into the wagon and demanded that we go.  I left Corey and Charlotte to watch the band while I pulled Peter around like a sultan reclining in his litter.  Things got quiet behind me as I looked at the crafts for sale, and when I heard some ladies giggling I turned around to find Peter completely zonked out.  We headed back to find Charlotte and Corey, and Corey took this photo of the Mommy-slave pulling the sleeping sultan.

Everyone we passed commented that THEY would like to be pulled around in such a manner as well.  One woman tried to buy Peter as a piece of art.  He did look pretty cute.

We looked around for a while, bought some presents, and walked about a half of a mile back to our car without Peter waking up.  Unfortunately, he was quite offended when I put him in his car seat for the ride home and he screamed all the way back to the house.

I can't imagine the horrible kink in his neck that he must have had after sleeping in that position had a very positive effect on his mood, either.  Poor Peter -- it's tough transitioning out of taking an afternoon nap when you're apt to fall asleep at odd times and in odd positions!