KidsFest and Rock Climb

Last weekend the Charliers came to visit. Steve is interviewing in anticipation of graduating with his PhD in business this summer and had flown in and out of the Des Moines airport. I took E, B, J and Atti to the state park for the hike. It’s the begining of springtime so we get to see something new every week. Lots of birds migrate through the midwest and all the mud makes it easy to see animal tracks. Here the kids are climbing up and down the levees made to stop erosion during spring flooding. Like last week, the water is so low that we can go down onto the sand bars.

E was pretty excited to tell mom that she had gone “real” rock climbing. A note to dog owners, climbing rocks with a camera and a dog pulling on his leash add an extra degree of difficulty. I spend a lot of time teaching Atti not to pull now.

We made it down with few problems. It was still early enough in the day that the ground was frozen. The downed tree is why the rock levees are needed. When the spring midwest floods happen, like you see on TV, this whole river bed is overflowing.

Atti had fun. He gets so dirty, though. He also gets loaded with burs. When we get home we put him straight in the bath. Afterwards, the bathtub needs a bath. On this trip we found two burs between his paws and a couple by his mouth. Atti tries to pull the burs out himself and then gets them stuck in his beard. All that drama is tiring. After bath, he finds a sunny spot by a window and falls asleep.

We also went to KidsFest last weekend. It is basically a kids’ convention. There are booths set up by local businesses with games and treats. Here E is counting how many times she can hula hoop. She’s dressed in her gymnastics uniform because her team did a demonstration on the main stage.

There were a few bouncy houses too. Here’s B coming out of the castle. B and J tried out a few while E was warming up. The jumping kids were a bit big for B’s younger brother P, so P watched while trying out a few french fries.

I don’t know why, but kids like picking up younger kids. You can tell them not to as many times as you want, but when you turn around, they still pick the other child up. When asked, they’ve found some reasoning/ logic/ loophole that required the pick up. Here J is lifting P into the soap box racer. “What?? P needed help! Otherwise he would have fallen.”

After a couple of hours, Liz and Jacqueline were ready to go home. The kids were pretty spent and getting tired. By this point I thought that the Kidsfest really hadn’t lived up to the name. Long waits in line and somewhat lame treats. I’d remembered from last year that they had given away popcorn and popsicles on the other side of the exhibit hall. Free bomb pops … now that’s a kids’ festival.















