Not much to speak of this week – we worked. We made dinner and played a lot with the baby and kept up the house and yard. We zonked out the moment our heads hit our pillows. We went for a walk on a really nice Friday night.
And then this weekend, we checked out the Busker Festival. Rather than write a whole bunch of blah blah blah blabbering about it, I thought I’d just post some pictures from our day downtown with the buskers. Enjoy!
Peter spent the day in the Bjorn, his current favorite mode of transportation.
Weird hula-hoop ladies.
Peter took a nap while we ate.
Mechanical Man. These guys always kinda weird me out.
…And then we went for ice cream. Peter may or may not have had a quick taste of his mother’s blue moon ice cream. There isn’t any photographic evidence, anyway.