how to take my kid to a festival

i would name this how to take your kid to a festival but i don’t know how to take your child to a festival. i just know how to take my child. hubster and i kinda think of ourselves as seasoned veterans at this point. so get ready for some pix in your face and then my rundown of the 2013 nelsonville music festival with our child in tow.

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if it looks like we just spent the weekend doing cool stuff against a beautiful back drop it’s because we did.

ok, so nelsonville music festival is just simply my favorite thing about living in ohio. yeah, i’m bolding that. this weekend is just magical for me every year. and every year gets a little easier with our little gal.

ok, so steps for taking our child to a music festival:

1. pick the right festival. for me nelsonville is hands down my favorite to bring kiddos. we’ve also done pitchfork a few times which is pretty doable and forecastle which didn’t seem to jive as well for a family affair but NMF seems as though it’s a music festival happening around a kids’ art camp. as i wrote last year, the main goal of the fest, in my opinion, seems to be creating a family friendly event. and it just works. it works really well. they put so much thought into making the children welcome. i love it. can you tell?

kid friendliness of this year: kids’ tent where darla painted murals, made sock puppets and put on plays, played at a water wall made of repurposed plastic bottles, painted masks, tried out different instruments and made a fairywreath crown. a really cool new addition was the bindlestiff family circus. they performed all day on saturday. darla also participated in a parade and had the most amazing pink jetpack custom-made for her out of balloons. she had her face painted on multiple days at multiple locations and beyond that the whole place is like a kid free-for-all. games of soccer and frisbee going and always a new friend to meet. and you gotta love a festival that moves everyone into the gymnasium during bad weather and organizes kids’ games.

2. be at peace with not really getting too close or getting to watch the bands. i’ve not been the best at this in the past but this year was better. this was due to the combination of our girl being more independent and my accepting the fact that i’m just going to have to be content to be in the presence of live music even if my eyes have to be fixed on a roving target.

3. be at peace with the roving target. mike and i have been able to become much more comfortable with darla’s independence. we’re getting into the age of “you can go anywhere you want as long as we can see each other” and sometimes i have to break out of my fear and trust that she’ll be ok. we have more practice now at trusting her own interactions with people and nelsonville is the perfect opportunity for her to exercise a little more independence from us: it’s a contained environment with trustworthy people most, if not all, of whom are fine with a 4-year-old stranger crawling up into their lap to cuddle. in the past i’ve felt guilty about her intruding into others space but i’ve learned that it’s also up to other people to give her the message if she crosses their boundary. and that is fear based thinking any way. several of our coolest interactions happened this past weekend because darla has no social boundaries. really, most people are more open than we are made to believe.

4.  choose your bribes wisely. i tried to bribe darla into being good for the whole festival with the promise of a tiara she had her eye on that she would receive on the last day. that was quickly shortened until the end of saturday when we spent a good number of hours on both thurs and fri standing at the tiara tent while darla tried the tiara on and stared at herself in the mirror. this was then further shortened to midday on saturday when we figured we might as well get it instead of spending many more awkward hours with the tiara lady. in the end it was much better to have something that we could take away if things weren’t going so nicely. also, save food and drink bribes until the very last straw. do not start these too early with her because you will end up in a vicious sugar cycle. also, don’t feed her after midnight.

5. be free and be open. taking darla anywhere means i have to be free and open-minded to whatever the experience is going to be instead of trying to manage the situation. sometimes i fail at this but i feel i did pretty excellent this past weekend. i had to remind myself that this was an experience for darla too and that it’s really in my best interest if she enjoys herself as much as possible in the ways she sees most fit. sometimes this means things happen that would normally be deemed outside the social norms {for some} like playing in the dirt for hours or walking around without shoes or adopting herself into a family of strangers. nelsonville is perfect for this. and really, parenting seems so much easier when those things can be tossed.

6. make a trade-off schedule in advance.  so, since some of the acts go on past darla’s bedtime we usually end up trading off nights for who takes her back early to bed. {and i use that early term loosely since camping means staying up a little bit late to tell spooky stories} this ensures that a) we each get a little bit of kid free time at the fest to enjoy some of the headliners  b) at least one of us is better rested for getting up with her early in the morning.  this was the first year we were proactive enough to make the schedule agreement first instead of making it up during the trip. talking about it ahead of time really helps. you are really smart and probably would have figured that out sooner.

7. go with friends who also have kids. and make friends with the other parents who brought their kids and also have better snacks than you. trust me, both these things are really helpful. this part means i’m not-so-subtly suggesting you should come with us next year.

well, that’s all i got on that. thanks for taking a look at a small bit of our festival experience. i’m really just trying to tell you all to join us next year. i promise you won’t be disappointed.

dress yo’self

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if you look back in the archives to a year or more ago you’ll find darla’s style has evolved a bit. i have lots of pics of her in perfectly styled outfits through her 2s and most of her 3s. lately, things have been more of a random mess. this is due to the simple fact that i am no longer the person that chooses what darla wears. it’s a bittersweet pill to swallow. every once in a while she’ll let me put something together for her but most days it’s all her. actually, i think getting to pick her own clothes for the day is her main motivation for no longer screaming for me as soon as she awakens. most mornings she has herself already ensembled before we see each other. one time she dressed herself, toasted her own toast and was spreading the butter on for herself before i was done brushing my teeth and washing my face.

anyway, most of the time i feel that she goes in there and picks out the two ugliest things she owns and puts them on together. it never fails that the clothing i like the least are the ones that are her favorite. so no more mommy playing dress-up with her baby. that little girl gets to wear what she picks. sometimes this means pajamas to school or shoes on the wrong feet or socks with sandals on the first 90 degree day of the year when she refused to wear them all winter. whatever. go on witcha bad self.

believe me, i’ve tried to persuade her to let me put together some really cute pairings over the past few months. i’ve wasted time and energy trying to coerce her into wearing something that i think will look sweet but i finally gave up and realized it wasn’t important. everytime i look at a stylish blog with preschoolers dressed like olsen twins i remind myself that someone probably had to put a lot of time and effort into getting their children to look like that. be it either spending the time to acquire the clothing in the first place or by instituting a parental apparel command chain.* it’s just not important to me that darla look like the most stylish 4-year-old this side of a gapkids catalog. it matters that she gets wear what she likes. and who am i kidding? most of the time i look back at pictures of myself and have the same thought every damn time: why did i think i could wear that? who let me go out looking like that? i am not really the most qualified person to be putting outfits together. { i think we already covered the whole army boots with knee-length skirt phase }

but every now and again she’ll put something together that makes me think hey, she’s on to something there. she’s developing her own style. at the tender little age of 4 she’s got her OWN style. and it’s pretty rad. it needs a little more fringe and shiny, in my opinion, but seeing as how she pulled out a pair of thrifted 80s heels from my closet, set them on my pillow right next to my head and said “mom, if you wear these heels everyone will like you” i’m confident that we’ll get there eventually.

*full disclothesure {pun! clothing pun!} – i do enjoy the aesthetic pleasure of visiting stylish blogs and seeing stylish kids. it’s great. it’s just not for me. i’m too unorganized to pull it off. and i could be wrong. all these families could be operating in a blissful little well dressed cloud world that i know nothing about as evidenced by my own wardrobe which incites people to place bets on what i will show up wearing and has been described as being composed of “wallpaper prints.” a complete stranger told me at the airport that i don’t spend a lot of time living in reality based solely on my outfit that day. maybe this needs a separate post…

weekending: earthy

pairing the birthy and earthy has been a bit of a theme for me lately so let’s go with this.

our earthy part of the weekend was fulfilled by spending lots of time outdoors since the weather was amazeballs.

below you can see darla partaking in what started out as a backyard nature journal, turned watercolor backyard nature journal turned standard darla practice of painting herself blue. she painted our potted cherry tomato, our garden hose and outer space. since one of those is technically not in our backyard, and one of them is not really nature we’re going to have to work on this concept. but whatever. she done good.

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we took what is normally a 15 minute walk up to the ice cream shop and it somehow managed to take us a full 2 hours roundtrip. see her face? i’m such a mean mom to make her go get ice cream with me. right after this she started asking to be carried but we’ve been phasing that out. so we made a deal that we could just take our time and take a look at whatever we wanted along the way. {when i say “we made a deal” it means that she decided to stop whenever she wanted and i decided to deal with it } it’s really one of my favorite things to do with her to just go out and find what we can find. i’m happy to take advantage of the opportunities life gives me to slow down and do things like this with her, especially when there is ice cream at the end.

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speaking of the nature influence: jeni’s chamomile ice cream. oh. mah. gawd. i paired it with cloverton and it was divine. simply devine. i might need it daily.

hope your weekend was swell. xoxo.

done with school

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today was darla’s last day at school. she’s excited and ready to groove. see, she’s doing a victory dance in that first photo. and i got my obligatory shot with the school sign which turned out marginally better {or worse depending on your sense of humor} than the first day of school shot.

i was surprised by an uprising of emotion. don’t get me wrong, i’m an emotional junkie but i was not feeling sentimental about the last day of school until i picked her up. it hit me at once that we were finished with her first year of school. then the kicker was the surprise binder her school provided with moments from the year that were previously unknown to us. they took cute pictures showing how much they’ve grown and gained. darla has officially grown 3 inches and gained 4 pounds since september.

i can’t believe how cliché i feel at moments like these but it struck me how fast the year has gone by. i was reminded how different life was when she started the year. is it going to feel like this every year? someone please tell me. i’ve always been a nostalgic person, dreading the passing of time and i’m going to need to do some emotional calisthenics to get through the next 12 years if so.

see you next fall, school dayz.

oh and yes, those are darla’s pajamas she insisted on wearing to school. that was not an argument i was going to fight on the last day. you win, honey.

life lately

 

i don’t really feel like i have much to contribute to society these days. i’m really worried about what all of you are going to do without my words of wisdom pouring forth to guide your daily lives. i just don’t know…

because currently i’m watching color me badd videos on youtube and having some 90s moments. my biggest ambition for the day is to get up to the library to see if they have 90210 in the dvd box set section. so you can see i’m reaching tall and setting goals high these days.

honestly, i’ve just really enjoyed a slower paced week. i’ve been sleeping a lot. i mean A LOT and it’s been good. and also there’s been bacon. and tacos. so, yeah, good stuff.

bits of our week and weekend:

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picnic dinners in our new special place, darla painting some rocks for our garden and a little girl who asserts her right to wear fairy wings to school.