Violet took her first steps yesterday! And I missed it because I was busy making pizza for Henry Farrell! We had a great time, though. Violet also went to her first-ever concert over the weekend. Mia and I took her to Ozzfest. We didn't go until the sun had gone down and it was cooler, but even so some Virginia cops said, as we mounted the steps to the venue, "that just ain't right, taking a little baby like that to Ozzfest." We only wanted to see Iron Maiden and Black Sabbath, and see them we did. And Ozzie was fronting Black Sabbath!! It was really great. We dressed Violet up in rocker gear and she wowed the crowd with her fist pumping. Really, she had her hands in the air, waving them around madly and grinning like a baby shark. We didn't let her hold the lighter during "Black Sabbath", though. Interestingly, when they played "War Pigs" they went out of their way not to link it to the war in Iraq or any contemporary politics at all; the video montage was just peace signs and nuclear explosions and whatnot. Odd. I guess the metalhead demographic is now so fully entwined with the redneck demographic that they figured they'd better just keep their mouths shut. Not that I was expecting insightful political analysis from the Ozz-man, but...Our prayers for a surprise encore of "Crazy Train" went unanswered, sadly (yes, I know it's not a Black Sabbath song per se). Still, it was a great night.