Minor Milestones: a Little Bit of This, a Little Bit of That

Zoe’s first Pie in the Park (also with Wally Pikal) in 2010.

Here is one of the top five Best Things About Living in Litchfield:

Pie in the Park.

On Thursday nights in the summertime, different groups serve supper (brats and hot dogs, burgers, sloppy Joes) and pie and ice cream in the park downtown.  (Pro Tip: If you are laughing at the idea of “downtown Litchfield”, ask yourself: would you be laughing more or less if I had told you that the park is called Central Park?)

Each week, a different musical group performs.  People bring lawn chairs or blankets.  Kids run around.  It is a little bit of small town heaven.

This week, the twelve candidates for Litchfield Princess introduced themselves.  Wally Pikal and his polka band played The Chicken Dance, and the princess candidates went into the crowd to find kids to join them in the dance.  (Pro Tip: This happens every year.)

You know where this is going, right?  One of the two current princesses made a beeline for Zoe.  “Do you know how to do the chicken dance?” she asked.

Well, no.  Zoe did not know how, but she was delighted to give it a try.  She started to get the hang of it by the end.

As Mike and I sat in our lawn chairs watching our baby almost-three-year-old do a circle dance at Pie in the Park, I turned to him and said, “This is a milestone.”

And probably he was humoring me, but he agreed.

What are the minor milestones you remember from your own childhood, or from the lives of your children / grandchildren / nieces / nephews / whoever?



Filed under Minnesota Nice, Your Moment of Zoe

2 responses to “Minor Milestones: a Little Bit of This, a Little Bit of That

  1. Jenny Olsztynski

    Our girls being able to reach the drinking fountain at Ravinia was one of our cherished milestones. It seems like such a little thing, but it was a big step towards independence.


  2. The Chicken Dance seems to be a milestone in most kids’ childhoods. My son came home from Kindergarten the other day and sang “I don’t want to be a chicken. I don’t want to be a chicken. I just want to be a duck. Quack, quack, quack, quack.” while doing the Chicken Dance. The clapping became hands being beaks and doing the quacking part. This is what they had learned in music class that day.

    I would love to live in a town that had a “downtown” and weekly summer concerts. Enjoy.


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