Church Fair

It just didn't seem right that today would be hot (93 degrees) and humid again for our annual church fair. Joseph decided to have his train ride at noon in his own backyard instead of fighting the crowd at the fair.

Whew, the shade felt pretty good right now, what with the umbrella ditching Joseph along the way.

This is our little church fair, with makeshift stalls for games and food. At about 5pm, the mass just ended and the crowd was just starting to come. It was hot. Joseph was happy to check out his prizes from the games.

Well, hello there Father. I'm sorry but I'm still trying to figure out what this toy was about. Thank you, though, for keeping me on the prayer list after all these years.

After about an hour, we've made our rounds of all the games and had enough of the heat! Joseph went home, got fed, had his bath outside on the swing (his new favorite thing to do), watched the Fred movie on Nick (not quite age-appropriate for him), and tasted a candied apple. I think that he had another good day.

A September Day

Today, I made a conscious effort to give Joseph a break

from his regular daytime computer marathon.

And if the mad hatter could have a tea party even if he's not a girl, then Joseph would have one, too. We called it cappuccino-tea party with pals. Crackers and cheese also served.

We also bowled using a foam ball and some plastic cups. I got the idea of using the plastic cups from one of Sky/Sheila's old blogs.

Then , Joseph and his Nana watched a movie. I think they both liked it.

Here, Joseph wimpy-fied himself.

Joseph ended the day by cooling off in the swing.

Of course, he still managed to squeeze in some computer time in between.

After all, the Fair will be gone from Club Penguin by tomorrow.

And on a different note, "Where were you when the world stopped turning, that September day?"

I was working in a developmental center at the time. We heard that a plane hit one of the World Trade towers and most of us took it for granted that it was just a small plane that lost control. By the time I got to the group home for a meeting, it was all over the news. Someone turned off the TV so that we could proceed with the meeting. And all I could think of was: how could we continue doing this mundane thing when the world just changed? And for many days after that day, the news and all the stories of the people who got killed consumed me. It was hard to believe that bad things could happen in our own backyard. Of course, now I know better.