Where we ate falafel and French fries.
I've been to the Frolic now almost every year it's been around, the most memorable being when E and Z were about two weeks old and my mom and I each carried one of them in a front pack, and it was about a bajillion degrees and a bajillion percent humidity. Now they're old enough, I can just park them at the sheep dog demo and go look at all the delicious fiber by myself, which is a much less sweaty way to enjoy the frolic than with a newborn glued to your chest.
I actually bought one of these dreamy hand-woven dish towels (shh, don't tell my husband how much it cost).
Oh, yeah, and ice cream.
Z really liked this knitted square bunting on the way out, especially the rainbow one. So bright and cheery.
We made it to the last half of M's second game, just in time to see M hit a grand slam (and, later, catch a fly ball in center field), as the team made a come-back and won its first of the season.