Felix's Birthday

Felix is officially three.

Sometimes when I talked to people in the last few weeks, and they asked "how hold is he?" I would say something like "Oh, he's almost..." or "He's basically..." or "He's about to turn... three" 

and Felix would correct me and say "I'm TWO Mama," and show two fingers, "but my birthday is coming up, and when my birthday comes up, I will be three," and he would show three fingers.

Precision is very important.

There was an event at Schloss Eggenberg, where dancers from the Opera company were doing interpretive dances alongside people playing music from the Schloss Eggenberg time on period instruments. It was all day, all over the park, and all over the castle. We figured that was a good day for a picnic. Peacocks are absolutely everywhere there.

Stare-down.

Tante Centa and Henry amused.

 

We found a nice spot, waited for Brian to have food. We had so much fruit and salad and bread and picnic food. We couldn't find our picnic blanket, so we were sitting on an old sheet, which didn't protect us from the wet ground. But we were about to get a lot wetter.

Because ...

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Thunder!

cheerfully we lit the candles on the cake in the rain.

Manuela took the quintessential birthday picture of our rainy day picnic. It was tremendous. 

We spent the next hour or so in the castle watching dancers, and they were simply incredible. Then we got home and planted some plants, had dinner and went to bed. The day was full enough, we waited for the next day to unpack anything.

When we did, Felix was enamored of his new things. A Scottish hat and tie, from his grandparents who had just gotten back from visiting Scotland, a xylophone, and ...

...all seven pairs of socks all at once from Didi Patz.

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