We went to the Renaissance Fair up in Tuxedo, New York this weekend. We always make it up there, and this one was naturally Caroline’s first Renfair experience ex utero.
The day started off on a shaky note. Ariel had brought her friend Alyssa along (both in costume) and when we got there the human chess game was in progress. So was some suffocating heat, and we all promptly began to wilt. We trekked over from there to the first joust of the day, trying to stay hydrated. The major concern was Caroline; shielded as she was from the sun (carried in a backpack with a sun guard and also wearing sunblock), she was still starting to look a little glassy eyed. The real killer was the humidity which you could have sliced with a broadsword. So we stake out some ground watching the joust. In the shade, we hoped things would be more bearable. I was holding Caroline, and she had just polished off a bottle of formula…and then bam. Caroline’s first experience with vomiting. We’d brought a change of outfit for her. Unfortuately we hadn’t brought one for me: She got my shirt, my pants, and some on the cloak I’d been wearing. In my 22 years of child rearing, I’ve been hit with pretty much everything the human body can excrete or secrete, so there’s more of a “*Sigh* Not again,” reaction rather than an “Eccchhh! Look what she did to me!” Still, I wasn’t thrilled.
But then cloud cover came rolling in, cooling the day. Caroline, having heaved, promptly fell asleep in my arms and I just stayed there with her for 45 minutes or so. When she woke up she was in a much better mood, a light rain had erased the humidity and brought the temperature down by about ten degrees, and the cloud cover kept the day much more temperate and even enjoyable. Much fun was had at the Renfair, as it usually is when kids aren’t upchucking. And if I were to be philosophical about it, I should be glad that she didn’t puke while she was riding behind me in the backpack.
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