Ye Olde Pregnant Lady

We went to King Richard's Faire yesterday, an annual renaissance /medieval /whatever nerdfest on the South Shore, in the heart of cranberry country. It was a good, if expensive afternoon, rife with jousting, juggling, overpriced food, cleavage, tights, cloaks, etc. I kept thinking the whole time how much fun it would be to come back in a few years with the monkeys, preferably dressed up as princesses or pirates or something. (There were many cute, costumed kids in attendance, and far more costumed adults, many of them not especially cute.)

Anyway, I wanted A. to take a picture of me with something that would make me look less huge by comparison, so this is what we came up with: some big purple guy thing. Actually, I liked this purple guy, because while everyone else there was attempting horrible, terrible, no good, very bad (and no doubt historically inaccurate) British accents, this purple guy had a Brooklyn thing going on: "You want a pikcha, sweethaht? Soitenly!"