loy krathong

Thanks to a generous offer from a friend, we had the chance to float our kratongs in their pool,  step from floating them in our bathtub like we did last year.

This picture sums up how our night went.  

 It snowballed away from me with Winston face planting in the street on our way there (since he's started walking, he's had a perennial raspberry on his nose).  After a series of unfortunate events, including Violet sneaking away with kratongs people had specially made themselves and hurling them into the pool, nothing surprised me. In the end we wont home with a shrieking two year old who learned the hard (but effective) way not to try and pull a kratong out of the pool by the lit candle.

End result: I'm not ready to handle all three kids by myself in public gatherings. But it didn't stop me from taking a bunch of blurry photos on my phone and trying again the next day.

 The person most upset by Violet and her original kratong crime was Eliot. She broke down in tears as she pulled her sopping wet, upside down kratong out of the pool and asked me distraught, "Why would she do such a mean thing?" I tried to explain how two year olds' minds work and our kind host had supplies on hand to make a new one.

 Kratong cousins!

I feel like each day Violet and Winston try to out do each other on trouble making. It's like they have a personal running tally on who makes the most mischief during that day.

 Winst rocking his hill tribe outfit.