Let the festivals begin!

Here in Ella-land's community, folks are quite good at throwing a festival in the summer months. Sometimes there are so many, you simply can't make them to all in a given weekend. There is one that is quite special to us, however. It is a festival (and a huge kick-off parade) that embraces, celebrates and unabashedly shows off one of our oldest neighborhoods. It is a community rich with diversity, pride and history. It is situated around our fantastic art museum. The homes are H-U-G-E. I always leave the festival with "big house envy" until I arrive back at our humble abode and laugh at the impossibility I would encounter in the upkeep. Hey, it's ok to dream.

Daddy-O was in the thick of things all weekend with his drum kit. Ella and I were in the thick of things too.

Listening to Daddy-O and our friend Rachel. Perfect Sunday afternoon!

The weekend wasn't without some valleys. Because Larry was gone so much, Ella was stuck with me. A LOT. And to say that she and I are like oil and water right now would be an understatement. She is three years old, you know. And for those of you who say "Terrible Two's"? Well, three is a sight to behold.