Patience...Yeah, Yeah.

We went to the Children's Festival in St. Paul this year and saw the Mermaid Theatre again, this time "Goodnight Moon" and "The Runaway Bunny". Excellent, all the kids loved the plays. Afterwards, we looked around in the drizzling rain, made a couple of crafts, then saw the balloons. Ooooo. Balloons. I was walking with the twins and they insisted on waiting for one. "Are you sure?" I asked, "The line looks really long..." They were sure however, and so we waited. And waited. And waited, in the rain. Every five minutes I would try to convince them to get balloons some other time, give up, go walk around, look at the butterflies (the butterflies! they were right next to us! would no one look at the butterflies with Mommy!?). Each time I was refused. "Mommy, look! The line's getting shorter!" Isaac would encourage me. "We want to wait," Patrick would ensure me.

By the time we got our balloons we had waited over forty-five minutes. Wow. I would be crabby if it weren't for the twins. I kneeled next to them right before it was our turn. "Guys, I just want to say how proud I was of how patient you were. You waited a really, super, long time without complaining one bit. Guess who wasn't very patient?" They yelled in unison, "Mommy!" And of course, they were right.

Monkey on a flower bouquet (I think?) and penguin.

Upside-down penguin.

Random Cat.

Parrot hat. (Sam joined us just in time to get one too)