In reverse order:
We went to the fair. You remember this fair from last year? It was free to get in. The face painting was free, done by models from an agency, no doubt. I know this "model" tidbit because of the time we (me and brad circa 2003) worked at a fair and they hired models to work the Cream of Weber booths with us to promote a "healthy, youthful, goodlooking, milkdrinking image i suppose. Back to this fair though. We spent money on fair food, including my 2 overthe top amazing cookie icecream cone thing. I don't know what it's called but its Uh-mazing. Then I begged a family, really I begged, to sell me one of their 20 tickets for a dollar. I had to result to this because they would only sell a book of 10 at the counter for 10 bucks and I just didn't need 10 tickets when all we wanted to do was the carousel. Finally after 2 tries I got a taker.
EZ was there. Shortly after we got home he spiked a fever of 103. Thankfully no fever seizures, yet, with this little guy.

Chloe, happy as a clam on the Carousel. She really wanted to do the Ferris Wheel thanks to a Barbie book, but she was little short. She assured me that "when I'm 4, mom, i'll be taller and ready to ride alone".

Self timer infront of the fair. The balloon was also free

Swimming lessons. She passed her level and gets to move up to the next level, whatever that means, but she was so good this time with swimming.

She loves the diving board.

And after this 8th lesson, we went to the kiddie pool and she actually put her head under and swam with her legs for a few seconds. The big triumph of these lessons was hearing her tell her teacher thank you without being prompted by me. Does my heart good.

So, Monday Chloe split her head open. No stitches, just lots of ice, love, movies, and a donut. Tuesday, the airconditioning went out long enough for me to get really frustrated and hot hot hot, called brad, called landlord, then it started working again. Wednesday, Ezra spikes this fever after 3 days of lots of tears. Remember good fortune from the last post? She's out of town just like our Rock, B-rad. Brad incidentally, is having adventures of his own. he showed up to the place he was going to stay and in his words, "it looked like there was a drug-deal about to go down... I could've maybe showered in flip flops....they said they may have some parties while I was there...! Poor guy, he aborted that plan and is now staying in the suh-wheet Days Inn. He gets to come home for his birthday though. Don't forget, it's on August 7th.