Cutest. Pirate. Ever.

We took Layne and Crystal to their first Renaissance Festival last weekend. They both seemed to enjoy it. I couldn't believe Crystal had never been to a fest. We saw good musical acts, ate very not renaissance food, wore cool costumes, and had a great time. The only part that sucked was the wind. See, Tampa is built atop Florida sugar sand, which is horrible when it is windy and you are outside all day. We had sand everywhere by the end of it. But Layne didn't complain. He was a good little baby all day.

We were at a booth that was selling leather bound books. Some of the books were "furry" meaning they had a more natural leather hide. Well, the conversation got around to how Layne is at the age where he just chews on books and that was why he wasn't allowed to hold the furry books. Arnold make a comment to the affect that Layne would get a hair ball and he really shouldn't get his first hair ball until college. This got the book vendor giggling loudly and lead to Crystal making the comment "That's my baby you're talking about." It was quite amusing.

Mom bought Layne a pirate hat. Of course I took tons of pictures. He was technically yawning in one of them, but it looks like he is saying "ARRRRGH". I adore my Godson. In the second picture, he was "dancing" to a musical act called Pirate Tales.Behold the cuteness: