Life in a Glass House

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The County Fair happened this weekend. We live in a fairly urban county, so the livestock that once defined this place has long become an illusion. Our County Fair now has crepes, kabobs and fire engines. Indeed, if there was a holy trilogy of our country fair, it would be those three. Oh, and carnies. Lots of carnies. As you can see, off all the fabulous horses and other animals available for Reid to ride on the carousel, he chose the chicken. He seemed to hold genuine affection for the gigantic poultry. No accounting for taste, I guess.

Last year, we went to a minor league baseball game out in Bowie, Maryland, and because they must to something other than play perfectly serviceable baseball to distract America's youth, there is a veritable amusement park of kiddieland activities, and the very same make and model of portable carnie-driven carousel was available there as was at the country fair. Now that I think about it, my sister took Reid on the carousel at the ball game and was unable to meet Reid's demand that he ride another non-horse animal, a somewhat menacing looking monkey. Her failure apparently stuck with her because later that weekend at the county fair, she spotted the monkey and offered to take Reid on the carousel. She bolted past the little kids and secured the monkey for Reid. I'm guessing he approached it from the wrong angle and noticed how scary-looking it was. He refused to ride on it, and instead rode a horse like everyone else.

Oh, Reid got a Spider-Man. We went to the fair as a family one night, and then K and Reid staged a guerrilla raid on the fairgrounds a few nights later. (Sania, unsurprisingly, made a cogent argument for why a four-month old who spends most of her time in a stroller close to the dirty ground doesn't need to go to the fair a second time.) We've been dealing with a slowly-growing excitement about superheroes, fueled somewhat by annoying cross-promotions of the new Superman movie (remember that?) and also by the fact that Reid inherited the 'read the comics while going potty' gene from yours truly. The "Amazing Spider-Man" by Stan Lee and Larry Lieber has caught his eye. As a former devotee of Spider-Man comic books, I feel comfortable calling the work of Lee and Lieber in daily strip form horrendous.

Nevertheless, Reid now loves superheroes, and Spider-Man, as well as the Batman and Superman are all big hits. This seems to be a natural outgrowth of his love of Buzz Lightyear, and I even saw Spider and Buzz working together to save Spider-Man's wife MJ yesterday. At least, that's what it sounded like. Seriously. And K and Reid were at the fair working solo, and Reid had been really good, riding rides and having a nice time of it. So K thought she would get him a Spider-Man from one of the lame carnie games. Perhaps it was "knock down the bottles with the filthy baseball" or "pop a balloon tacked to a wall with a poorly-weighted dart." I don't know, because I got the story secondhand and K is sleeping right now. Anyhow, she said, "How much is a play?" and the carnie told her it was $3 for one and 2 for $5, and you're guaranteed a win if you buy the two for five deal. She said, "I'll give you $3 for a Spider-Man." Thus she secured the stuffed superhero without touching a dart or baseball. Genius.

So isn't that picture of Sania with her blocks and Reid smiling behind her adorable? We thought so. K's been on a mission to tame the beast within Reid long enough to get a real beauty with the two of them together. I think most of the shots of the two of them are splendid, but she really wants a portrait-worthy affair. We'll see. Anyhow, I thought this was a nice shot. Now I'll show you what happened about four seconds later, and you can understand why such pleasant moments of relative peace are so rare.



Good times.

We are always dreaming up plans for our non-committed weekends (that is weekends without birthday parties or the like). Sometimes those plans are just "go to Target over and over again," but this past weekend, we thought of something really cool (we read about it in the paper). We went peach picking. Reid did really well, roaming about facing down tiny storm clouds of gnats and grabbing up peaches like it was his job. This way, we got an even mix of ripe peaches (picked by K and myself) and low peaches that may be ripe or hard as rocks. They're ripening in a brown bag on our kitchen counter. Reid had a super time, frankly, and he was great. He was really enjoying himself. It's nice to have a day out with the family and no obligations. So far, we have made peach cobbler, peach pork chops, peach smoothies and peach topping for our pancakes. Delicious. Next to watermelon, Reid loves him some peaches.

Sania is doing amazingly. Spending all this time with her as I'm doing this month, I'm really seeing her personality come out. At this age, Reid was dreadfully serious. Sania's a riot. She's all giggles and cheeky staring. She does little things that remind me of her mom, and other funny things that remind me of the zanier, jollier Reid that has really taken shape as his toddlerhood as marched on. Sania spends much of her time smiling and laughing, pushing herself up like an athlete and staring at what's going on all around her.

Her progress has been amazing. At her four month checkup last week, she was off the charts, weighing in at 15 and a half pounds and measuring 30 inches even. She wants so much to eat people food that she's grown tired of the little bouncy seat because it keeps her too far from the action while we eat. When she can get a clear shot at the table, she stares carefully at the mechanics of eating, tracing the path of the forks as they leave the plate and head toward our mouths. She wants to get her hands on some of this good stuff. But first, she'll have to live two more months on mother's milk, and then start off with that horrible rice cereal. Sorry, hon!

But look at that smile.