Italian Festival

As you know, my granny is an Italiano. 

She is in an Italian club that has members who are all from the same city in Italy. 

Well, they've kind of expanded to any Italian or a wife of any Italian since their original group started to die out. Gosh that sounds morbid. 

I regret that I didn't get my camera out sooner and take a picture of their booth.  

They make a lot of money selling homemade cookies and cannolis. 

Here is our sweet clumsy Honey.  

Before she got her official cast she had to wear a wrap to make sure any swelling had time to go down.  

We put a sock over it so she wouldn't unwrap it. 

And we put a sock around the neck to try and make it a little more comfortable. She hates the sling.

 Yukon and Penny made it up with their dad. 

 Oh my sweet girls. Your smiles bring me the greatest happiness. 

 Honey totally dissed Uncle Randy and his friend Anna in the high five department.  

Well, I guess it would have been pretty difficult to high five with her left hand.

 Pumpkin wanted this inflatable snake sword like nobody's business. 

Mom and dad are mean and were not going to pay for junk that she would only play with for 1/2 of a day.  We are like that in general with toys.  I'm sure some people would think my kids are deprived since they don't have anything that lights up or makes noise. 

 Anna and Joe weren't having it though.  

He went in there and won my Pumpkin her toy. 

 My distant cousins own the best gelato in our area.  Uncle Randy treated the girls to Mango.

I HATE mango.  But I'm not kidding, this is delicious. 

Every flavor I've had from them is amazing. 

 Randy also thought they HAD to have this poster.  I told him over and over no...

He didn't listen.

Petunia and I pose (she's in the sling) 

I LOVE HER!!! 

She was pissed that I took a picture so close.  

She always gets mad at me for being so close. She has serious boundary issues.  ahhaha But the real reason she doesn't like close ups is because "it makes her look old".  It doesn't matter how many times I tell her she looks old because she is old. 

Fact, she was my matron of honor and I told her she couldn't be in the wedding with dyed hair. 

If it wasn't for that she would still be coloring her hair.