Louisiana and the Farmers Market

In May, we drove down to Louisiana for a wedding. Joyce, John and I had a great time Cajun dancing. Such a great time in fact, that yesterday when Joyce heard some Cajun music come on, she asked to be picked up so she could dance. We met a bunch of people at the Saturday morning Zydeco Breakfast in Breaux Bridge. Joyce picked up some hot dance moves there. She saw a veteran Zydeco dancer shaking his finger in time to the music and Joyce stole his moves. I think she was the only dancing 15 month old in Cajun country.

At the wedding we sat near the back during the ceremony. Joyce was a little more into the snacks we brought then the vows exchanged.

She got bored too:

When we got back from Louisiana, we were suprised by how much bigger the Farmers Market was. Yesterday we took a walk in the humid mid-morning sun to go visit the Market. Bloomington is small enough that we inevitably see a bunch of people we know. And yesterday for the first time, Joyce joined some other kids in playing in the water fountain.

We had to stop her from bending down and lapping the water up like a little puppy. But she still managed to lick her hand.