Yesterday, Rich and I brought the girls to a parade and fair over in the town where we used to live. It's always a bit sad to see our old home. For many reasons. Rich and I hadn't expected to move so soon. We hadn't expected to have three babies at once either.
Here's how we do parades:
Now, we just took the girls to a small Memorial Day parade a few weeks ago. They were a bit confused but seemed to enjoy themselves. Yesterday, they were in a state of shock during the entire parade. And it's a long parade. We stopped and picked up some donut holes on our way there. I handed each of them one at the beginning of the parade. Em took a nibble and then held onto hers for the entire parade. After the parade was over, she finished eating it.
Allie (and Elmo)
Anna (with donut on her face)
The great part of this parade is all the freebies. There is soooo much candy thrown out that kids bring bags. We were at the beginning of the parade so the girls were handed windmills and pails/shovels. The woman handing out the pails/shovels said, "Here you go, cuties," as she passed them to the girls, who sat there in shock.
Allie with her freebies.
After the parade, we visited with some of our old neighbors for a bit and then headed down the street to the fair. Talk about feeling like EVERYONE is looking at you. Rich was in line to buy us hotdogs for lunch and I found a somewhat open area to wait. The girls were not going to wait in the Choo Choo Wagon so I allowed them some freedom. They were really good at first but then started to wander. Thankfully, Rich arrived about two minutes from me having to contain them in the Choo Choo.
A million people came over to tell us that the girls were beautiful and we heard a ton of comments about the Choo Choo. As Rich arrived with lunch, I was only focusing on the girls as they had started to wander. I basically had to have eyes in the back of my head. As one family walked by and commented (nicely) on the girls, Allie started to walk off with them. So Rich arrived with lunch, we were gathering up the girls and I hear someone say, "Excuse me." I look up and this teenager/college-aged guy says, "Is that seat taken?" as he points to one of the cars of the wagon. I almost went off on him. Do you think that my life is a joke, buddy? Horrible timing on his part.
It was quite frustrating. Are we that unique that strangers have to point and make comments constantly? I don't want to sound ungrateful because I really do appreciate the nice comments but there are times when we just want to be a normal family.
I'll end with a picture of Em "drinking" some of my Diet Coke.
Don't worry. She was fake drinking. Or else it would have been all over her dress.