I just got back from visiting my sister, Rob and Ro in KC. Mom and Dad drove over from Omaha to join the menagerie (along with their three dawgs, which placed six dawgs, one fat cat, and six human beings in a suburban 3 story house). Tam is officially 34 weeks and is calmly freaking out that she will be welcoming "Win-Pickle" into the world somewhere in the next 3-6 weeks (Miss Winter who likes to kick and do jumping jacks about 10pm in utero). So, we went to this HUGE ren faire and got all dressed up.
Tam's "Tiny Little Man" aka TLM aka Lance aka Sir Lance Alot Farie Wiskers (sp?) slept in my lap all the way to the ren faire. Ususally this dawg hates all aspect of Gallegos, but Tam and I have decided that it must only be Hondo that the little Italian Greyhound dislikes, sorry babe, you need to feed him more cheese. Here is the picture to prove our bond:
After we get inside, Rowan asks me, "Where is the kid stuff?" just before we turn a corner and find a huge dragon swing being pushed by 2 sweaty shirless 16 year old boys. Rowan gives me a look (see to the right) which no normal human could say no to. So off we go to get into line for the 3 dollar dragon ride. Who strolls up next but 2 fourteen year old anorexic looking girls who can do nothing but flirt with the 2 sixteen year old dragon pushers... they like to talk about how fat they are and how they hope none of their friends see them in line for this ride and plot how (even though their parents won't yet allow them to date) they will get these sweaty boys phone numbers... Ahhh youth? So whilst flirting back with one of the 14 year old girls, a 16 year old dragon pusher falls off of the dragon ride onto his butt, but was back shortly after a quick "icing" at first aide (exactly what did he have to ice)... So, Rowan is getting nervous hanging onto my shirt and all attempts to back out of riding the dragon are defeated. So, we get onto the ride and of course the dragon goes higher and higher the more you scream (or giggle if you are the 14 year old girls rididing with us). Rowan was very quiet until the 16 year old dragon pusher asks her if she, "has lost her voice?" The shrillest "concert scream" that causes sonic booms inside of swinging dragons came out of that tiny girl. Hopefuly it is still causing nightmares for our 14 year old hoochie dragon swing co-riders! Here is a view from inside of the dragon ride:
Next on the agenda was finding some food. Now typical ren faire food includes such delicacies as turkey legs and various pasteries. Well, not this faire. We sampled a chicken wrap, a chicken pita
pocket, and a veggie burger followed by some cheesecake on a stick and some fried ice cream. Mom stuck with the straight up ice cream for her meal. Here we are seaching for just the right place to eat while trying to protect one delicate Itailan Greyhound and one corgy from the evil turkey bones which scattered the ground.
So, it was kinda hot on Saturday (especially in renissance garb). So, just about at preggo Tam's heat limit (she was literally melting) we walked by a silk belly dancing costumer... Well, you put one hot (and hottie) pregnant woman who likes to freak out midwesterners along with 2 concerned relatives and out comes one 34 week belly dancer:
So, for our husbands who were unable to make the ren faire, here are a few more pictures of 
Hottie Barbarians. We thought of you during a "mass maylay" which consisted of about twenty 10-20 year old boys beating the crap out of eachother with "swords" and "spears." Y'all would have liked it. 
Finally, after Rowan took a ride on a camel, we felt sorry for the giant elephant, and we had to defend ourselves from a seriously drunk woman with an Italian Greyhound/Pregnant woman complex, Rowan danced on the stage with some gypsies and became a member of the "Secret Society of Ezmerelda."
More later on my trip to KC, for now ladies and lords, I'm spent.
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