International Fest 2010

Ha! Isn't this picture hilarious. It's like the deity of the llama giving a speech with radiating lights coming from his aura... Anyways :)

We invited Nanny and Pa to go with us downtown on Saturday to the International Fest - we had never been and like to "explore Houston". Granted, we invited Lance - no show - but Meghan kept asking about him... Guilt, guilt.
We whipped out the double stroller. Coop was not enthralled, but he looked around and took it all in. Behaved very well and didn't get out of the stroller the whole time - too afraid to make him cranky.
It seems the whole premise of I-Fest was sitting around and listening to all kinds of music. We weren't such the fans of the African tribal chants but Zydeco seemed pretty fun. The group we ended up listening to was "Zydepunks". Note the above - Shelly okay just off in her own world dancing by herself :) Kent took Meg up to the front row to watch the accordians and fiddle players.
Loving the Houston downtown scene. Lots of booths to buy crafts (?)... and loud Reggae music. A little more time to dwell, but, alas, no time for those Jamaican souvenirs :)
The double stroller makes me a real mom.
Since we got suckered into buying tickets for my $4 lemonade, good thing we had enough for the petting zoo. Meg was a little hesitant but warmed up as usual. Still not as perky as the last time we went to the zoo and kind of hesitant with the llama; better with the smaller animals.

The favorite by far was the bunny. Probably the most approachable and familiar.

Did I mention that after touching all these animals, before we got to the hand sanitizer, those hands were in the mouth? No salmonella yet though!
Crazy Carribbean stilt guys - don't know any more detail than that.
Aw the cute couple.
Greg pretending to be enthused by the belly dancers who should have had on more clothing... Fun parents would have let their kids dance along but mine wasn't too into it.

Yeah, dumped that 4$ strawberry lemonade down Meg's shirt. She thought it was pretty yummy though.
Fun downtown random sculpture... tax money? Let's hope not.

Finally out of that stinky car seat - on to Mission Burrito!