Butterfly Festival

Trying to suck the last few ounces out of summer that we could, last Friday we went to the butterfly festival at Powell Gardens.

The girls got to see all kinds of rare butterflies, and they also got to hold some monarchs.  Meriahna had them crawling all over her, but Sydney, the fearless one who went off the high dive at age four, was too afraid to hold a butterfly.  She would stick out her finger and then pull it back in fear at the monstrous, horrendous, scary . . . butterfly.

 Something a little less scary was getting to paint flowerpots.  They even gave us a flower to put in them to take home.  I am happy to report that the flowers are still alive.

Speaking of Sydney being fearless, she was at my parents' house a few nights ago and asked Johnny if he could show her the basement.  He took her down there, and she looked inquisitively at him and asked, "Where is the storage room?"  He showed her the dark and scary storage room, and she stormed in, walking all around, wanting to know where the light was.  Johnny said he didn't even want to go in the storage room because it was dark and scary . . . yet apparently not as scary as a butterfly.