Children's Festival

Today there was a children's festival at Winchester Cultural Center. On the Clark County website it sounded like there would be some fun things to do, so Zorah and I went. They were having a tile-painting workshop, so we went to that first to make sure that Zorah got a chance to paint a tile before we had to leave. We only had a few hours to spend at the festival since mom and dad were expected back from Utah for lunch.

Here is Zorah's finished tile, pre-firing. It will be interesting to see what color the glazes are once the tile is fired in the kiln. I had forgotten about that.

After Zorah was done painting, we went outside to check out the activites. To be honest, there wasn't much that seemed worthwhile. Then we saw a camel, and a little crowd of children to the right of it. Roos N More in Moapa, Nevada, a sanctuary for exotic animals, had brought some of their inhabitants. They had a coatimundi, a tortoise, a monkey, and this baby kangaroo, which Zorah got to hold in her arms for a little while.

I think she might have been happy holding the little critter all day, but she was only allowed a few seconds since there were so many kids wanting a turn. It was getting pretty hot, too, so we went back inside the building, where there was a supposed circus workshop.

It really was just kids dressing up in costumes and marching around while the adults running it would announce them in what I think was probably english, though barely intelligible due to the quality of their sound system. Still, the kids had fun wearing the costumes and pretending to be in a circus. Zorah, of course, picked out this costume.

After spinning and strolling through the theater in her regal attire, her majesty was hungry, so we retired to the gardens. Fortunately, a farmstand had set up a booth amidst the usual festival fare (aka crap), so we bought some strawberries, which Zorah consumed in the shade of the playground. I think if Zorah could choose where to eat her meals every day, she would choose under a playscape every single time. When we lived in Arizona, she would always want to take her lunch out to the playground below our balcony. Good times, good times.


Soon after that, we met up with mom and dad for a delicious Filipino lunch at Goldilocks Bakery, and we were able to spend time with them until their plane left that evening. I wish they could have stayed for longer!