Stars and Pigtails
So I’ll do a quick catch-up post. We did indeed go to Comicpalooza a while back.
And Daphne had a miserable time, as you can plainly see.
That said, there was an incident in which we had a moderate disagreement over whether or not her diaper was going to be changed on one of those wall-mounted Koala Kare changing tables in the restroom. BumbleDad prevailed, but it took quite some time to calm things down afterward.
Honestly, I’m just glad the backpack still works.
Gramps was there to help out as well.
Another rendition of, “Itsy Bitsy.”
It’s not quite the spectacle/event that PAX is, but seeing the actors doing their early morning meet n’ greets was a definite highlight for us. Like Robert Englund (Freddie Kruger), Scott Wilson (Hershel from Walking Dead), Lance Henriksen (Bishop from Aliens), and Felicia Day (herself). I would’ve liked to have seen Jon Bernthal (Punisher on Netflix), to tell him how much I really liked his version of The Punisher, but I think he was doing a photo session.
Overall it was a good time and a great way to spend a BumbleDay.
Last week also saw our first foray into the world of hairstyling.
Yes, her hair is now long enough for pigtails.
And, bringing this update to more contemporary topics, Daphne and I actually attempted to go to church yesterday.
I hadn’t been to St. Paul’s in a very long time (it will be 25 years this Christmas since I was last there) and so I thought we’d take a shot at it. Daphne was in a great mood, so I dropped her off at the nursery there and hid for a moment to test her ability to function without parent/grandparent for a while. After 5 minutes I poked my head around the corner to check on her, and she seemed to be wandering around contentedly, so I went back to the service.
15 minutes later, I felt a disturbance in the parental force. I suddenly became aware that I was watching people coming and going out of the back exits instead of focusing on the sermon, and I took that as a signal that it was time for another nursery check.
And I was correct.
Daphne had apparently gone ballistic when one of the women tried to change her diaper (see the above difficulties), and had yet to recover. She was still sniffling and panic-stricken when I came in, and when she saw me she ran over and clutched my shirt and started sobbing all over again.
Thus ended our first church outing.
In all, for her first attempt at a non-familial setting, I think Daphne did just fine. That kind of meltdown is probably to be expected.
As for the church itself, I’m not sure it’s quite right for me. I think I’ll keep looking.