The last few weeks have not all been screeching and rending of garments. There have been some sweet spots.
For example, we went to the Kansas City Zoo to meet Nikita, the new polar bear. Nikita seems aware of the fact that he is an official spokesbear for global warming and therefore, must be on his very best behavior. He did not disappoint. I believe that bear could charm the panties off a nun.
Nikita the Polar Bear at the Kansas City Zoo! from Kelli Oliver George on Vimeo.
We made construction paper monsters, then waited anxiously for Daddy to arrive.
We hoped he would be too frightened to enter The House of Teeth and Tentacles.
We ate some late season cherries wearing our Official Cherry Stain Resistant Dress. The only piece of clothing she is now allowed to wear while eating cherries. Ahem.
On Saturday, we went to the Lawrence Busker Fest! We watched the guy from The Flying Debris Show do an incredible job - not only was he hilarious, but he was a damned fine juggler.
Arun fought for the honor of a damsel in distress with his balloon sword unsheathed.
We watched the Tribal Fusion Belly Dancing Troupe.
Pssst! Look closely.
Yes, that is what you think it is decorating her head.
We admired their tricked-out tip jars.
Even Anjali got into the mood.
I took advantage of the lighting to get a snap of my son's gorgeous, jewel-tone eyes.
We watched a bluegrass band and admired someone's unique mode of transportation - a hand-welded contraption using two different bikes and a shopping cart.
Damn, y'all. I simply adore Lawrence, Kansas, a bright spot of Blue in a bloody state full of Red.
Let it never become urbane or God forbid, normal.