Carnevale

Carnevale was a bit of a bust this year. Dylan had his costume for weeks before (he was to be the red Teletubby - Po), and he'd picked it out himself. He seemed really excited to wear it to the Carnevale parade in our town this year but then when it rolled around, he threw a fit and wouldn't put it on. Of course they could have planned things a bit better. The parade was to kick off at 2:30 p.m., which is kind of prime time for Dylan's all-important afternoon nap. So we woke him up early and he got super cranky. He wouldn't put the costume on, but he did decide he'd go out and see the float (1 float in our lame-o town parade) and throw some confetti. Well, he hadn't been out the front door for more than two seconds when he was shaving creamed by some of the ridiculous teenagers in our neighborhood. He came running back in the house crying. He and Cristiano (at that point I was over Carnevale and stayed home - it's just not "my" holiday; perhaps because I didn't grow up with it and it means nothing to me) went back out on their own, and I guess he had an OK time. I have one picture of him with the hat portion of the costume and some confetti, and that's it.

I'm leaving for London tomorrow with a friend. It's the first time I've "flown away" from Dylan on a plane. I'm a little nervous about it, but I know he's in good hands.