It was a beautiful day, so we went to a nearby Renaissance Faire. Teagan was very uneasy, scared, as we walked in. She did not talk to anyone, even to compliment them on their nifty shoes or lipstick, as she normally does. She did not want to walk, but be held by Stu. He carried her for a bit. Eventually she got brave enough to walk, glued to his side. After about 20 minutes, she was fine. Hugging strangers as they walked by, although she was still a bit uneasy about the maurading knights. I think she ended up hugging four people over the course of the afternoon. She likes to make friends.
It was a small faire, only the third year, so not a big event yet. They still had some great food booths – fried pb&j anyone? – and a joust, along with some archery that I don’t remember from the fall faire.
The girls ended up having a blast. Teagan wanted her own fried pb&j sandwich, though was appeased with a few pieces of mine and half a hamburger. Ashlin clapped for the knights. Both knights. She didn’t care who won, she loved watching them charge by on their horses.
Teagan made friends with a family nearby, a 3.5 year old boy and an almost year old girl. The baby was sleeping, the mom and the boy up by the rope demarking the list. The dad humored Teagan, chatting with her and thanking her for the spontaneous hug and kiss.
She’s such a sweet girl, I dread having the “stranger danger” talk, that I know we need to have. We did set ourselves up for the hugs today, though. Trying to compensate for her fear and trepidation, we told her that everyone was nice. That she didn’t need to fear any one there. We’ll need to moderate that in the future, I’m sure.
As we were leaving, we passed a group of dancers. Both girls were interested, Teagan asking to watch, Ashlin doing her happy-kicky-feet and pointing. Teagan and I sat and watched for a bit, while Stu rolled Ashlin to some almost-shade out of the way and watched too. As the ladies danced, Teagan started trying to follow along. It was so cute. She asked why their bellies were showing, and I explained that they were belly dancers, and that was their dress-up costume. She then pulled up her shirt and danced.
We may need to go to the fall faire to see how both girls do. Teagan wanted to dress-up, so maybe then we can have her go in her fairy dress, with wings. And we could bring her dancing sticks. Why not go all out?
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