Pollyanna Rainbow Sunshine and the Needles of Doom

It’s been a long week here at Chez Pollyanna Rockies. Last weekend, we had an Alpaca Extravaganza and a birthday party for Mr. B (he’s four now!), and then Mr. R was a jellyfish at his 1st grade concert, and then … the Princes’ Quilts came on Thursday!!

Add to that the fact that it might get as warm as 70°F tomorrow, and things have been damn exciting around here. (I’ve actually been able to take walks at lunchtime without putting on my coat! Twice! Oh frabjous day!!) I am going to ignore the fact that it’s supposed to snow on Sunday. I live in the moment.

What to give you first, quilts or alpacas? Hmmmm. Howzabout the quilts? The kids have bunk beds, and I found it physically impossible to get a good photo of the quilts on the beds, so I present … the princes with their quilts, on the couch!

   That’s Mr. B there–look how delighted he is. He loves him some froggies.

    That’s Mr. R. He’s delighted too, but he didn’t really want to smile for me. He thought the planets and faint silver spiderwebs were very cool.

These both had to be folded in half to fit on their twin beds. Mr. R was especially pleased with the fact that he could stretch all the way out and his feet wouldn’t poke out of the bottom! (I know, bad mommy giving him too-small blankets. But I knew these were coming so I didn’t want to buy new big blankets! And I overlapped them so he didn’t really have cold feet. Honest, officer!)

And now for the search engine hits — alpacas! (Although Bruce Willis has been outscoring Alpacas the last few days.)The Alpaca Extravaganza was all alpacas, alpaca products (heh–that’s for my fellow 12 year olds), and stuff you might want if you were to raise alpacas. There were some spinning and weaving demos, which the kidlets and I enjoyed (especially Mr. R), and there was fiber. I was very, very tempted by some really lovely silver/grey/black Suri roving at $8/oz, but I’ve still got some vestige of sanity got a realistic idea of my spinning ability (that would be none), so I passed. Time enough to indulge in the good stuff when I can do it justice. But hey, you want to see the critters, don’t you? That’s all Mr. B was interested in, really.

    That there is what I call the Goth Alpaca.

      That one is one of the Fabulous Alpaca Sisters …

   And here’s a shot of both Fab Sisters. The black one with the white face was very shy–this is the only picture I have where she didn’t hide her face just at the wrong moment! Actually, I have no idea as to their gender. They could be brothers, they could be opposite-sex siblings, they could be entirely unrelated. So sue me.

    And that is Mr. R. being a jellyfish. The concert was 75 or so first graders, almost all in fish costumes (the angelfish was dressed like an angel, but with a fin on her back). There were quite a few sharks and a number of mermaids, but Mr. R was happy to be the one and only jellyfish. And I’ll tell you what, you haven’t lived until you’ve witnessed 75 or so oceanographically costumed first graders singing a hip-hop song about the ocean, waving their fists in the air and intoning “We are the sharks! And we’re leaving our marks!”

Yo yo yo, y’all.