Obviously, I was hooked from Day One.
We've gone in costume every year as well, picking up pieces through the years (and, in my case, adding more weaponry - I'm sure that comes as a surprise to everyone...). Even the kids have their costumes, although certainly not as lavish - we'd go broke the way those two grow! Every year it's gotten better, as the kids have gotten bigger and more independent. We no longer have to drag a carriage, stroller, or wagon with us (although by the end of the day Daddy's little princess did need a shoulder ride...).
I do have to admit, though, that I got the most exposure in 2001 when we went with my 8 month old son and I stopped at one of the shows to give him his bottle - in full garb complete with chain mail. I literally had dozens of pictures taken of me, the black-clad barbarian stopping to feed his baby. I probably stood out as much as the guy yesterday in the stormtrooper costume (I'm not kidding...).
Anyhoo, I know what you're here for - cute kid pics... Without further ado, then...
That's The Boy at the knighting ceremony (and yes, BabyGirl G is there, too, she's just hidden behind King Richard's robes).
There's BabyGirl G in all her medieval splendor. I just loved how that profile picture came out!
And, lastly, your humble host:
(I'd already put away the full meter broadsword slung across my back, but you can see it in last year's picture)
Anyhoo... A good time was had by all; the kids actually stayed (relatively) human the whole time, and we managed to get out of there only marginally poorer than when we went in...
Life is good. Even in the middle ages...
That is all.
11 comments:
I think the picture of you with the ax needs to be put next to the front door.
Simply caption it:
"You'll have her home at WHAT TIME?"
The kids are gorgeous. I would love to take mine to something like this, I have a feeling they'd love it!
And yeah, what Bob said.
Wow...he's a rennie too!
Let me see...the bracers look like Eldrytch Armory. I think I have that same pouch. The axe looks like it might be a Starfire. I have a very similar black shirt, but mine was a $15 shirt from Walmart. *lol*
http://www.easternstorm.net/photos/thesaj/sajfreedom.jpg
I was just up in Connecticut at the Connecticut Ren-Faire. If you ever come down to the PA faire, let me know. It's a pretty nice fair..
If ever invited, skip the Maryland faire. Man, talk about socialist comrades to the south - they can't even put on a good faire. Okay, I take that back somewhat. I did have fun. But it's the ONLY faire that I've ever been to that didn't accept peace-tying. I could not even bring in my unedged weapons.
L-A-M-E
The Saj,
Good eye. You pegged both the leather and the steel.
It's funny that you mention the MD Faire - we actually went to that one about 8 - 10 years ago (pre-kids). We've got friends in the MD area who have actually come up to King Richard's a few times, and we planned a trip to visit them at the same time as the MD Faire.
Your description is quite accurate. I was floored, not to mention quite dismayed, to find that I'd dragged my broadsword some 500 miles south only to have to leave it in the car...
I'd have to get some weight off to attend in costume.
If I went to one of those today I'd have to go as Henry VIII.
awesome facial hair FTW!!!
Stormtroopers? Hmph. Try a pair of Starfleet folks. Now *that's* entertainment.
U can haz a broadsword? Has she been shined with the wool of the steel sheep?
BTW- the Boy and the Baby G look *aces*.
Wow.
If it was a 100 years ago, and your wife would let me, I'd kneel at the foot of that black figured man in a gentle bow of respect.
Awesome costume. And your daughter. . what a cutie. She looks much like my own did at that age, but without the red hair.
You have a lovely family, and it looks as if you all had a lovely time.
My friend Bear on a Bicycle does the Faire regularly, I'm now wanting to go.
that was supposed to be "hundreds of years ago".
Don't Mead and Type.
M'lady, even this ruffian knows better to let a Lady sully herself in the wood.
Thank'ee for the kind words.
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