On Saturday we took a break from the electronics and went to see the Southlake butterfly festival. In this case, “festival” meant a small tent under a pavilion with plants and butterflies.
Ashlyn, recognizing the ill-tempered nature of the butterfly, ran away from them when they fluttered too close. We spent half our time in the tent trying to persuade a butterfly to stay on her head for a photo-op, but neither the butterfly nor Ashlyn would have any of it.
Fleeing from butterflies can be tiring work, so we sat on the grass outside and enjoyed some quesadillas as a reward for safely making it out of the danger zone.
At home, where fortunately there are no evil butterflies, we hung outside so Ashlyn could play with water. Mom taught her about the meniscus, which is the convex curve over the top of the cup caused by water surface tension. Ashlyn taught herself that it’s fun to splash water in her face.
Only two and a half more weeks until we have a two year old in the house. Can you believe it? I can’t.
