The Maryland Renaissance Festival is something I look forward to all year long. Every year the husband and I swear that “We’re definitely going to dress up next year.”

Last year: Jack screamed bloody murder and was terrified at the thought of riding a pony. This year: Cowboy.

Last year: Henry swimming in utero like a little sea monkey. This year: 6 months old, and sleepy.

Jack learned about the bees. This is him showing us the queen.

Would you like a little Cirque de Soleil with your jousting, glass blowing, Celtic bands, theatre, yummy food, elephant & pony rides, sword swallowing and general merriment? Sure thing!

We brought the double stroller just in case Jack insisted on riding but he walked, almost the whole day. He of course immediately passed out in the car as a result.
Maybe next year we’ll take the kids one weekend and another weekend we’ll go by ourselves without the kids. How decadent would that be?!