July 16, 2008

Small town livin'

Ambulances, beauty queens, and lots and lots of candy.


Bring anything to mind? It does in the house. Especially if you add a few buckets into the mix. Buckets used to collect large doses of candy from said ambulances and beauty queens.

That's right. Our town's annual parade was last weekend. A parade that obviously has nothing to offer outside of children learning the art of dodging cars to stockpile candy.



I'm thinking Raegan instinctively knew she was getting the bad end of the deal. No bucket. No running. No candy. (though a lot of cars were throwing frozen icees...her favorite!)

Of course, there were all sorts of oddities to capture her attention...

Like this horse for instance. Does this little horse have a purpose in life outside of this parade? If not, can we have him as a playmate for our dog? They are, afterall, the same size.

But Raegan was far from the only one captivated by the affair...

As both girls seemed to soak in ALL that they were seeing.


The marching band particularly caught their attention, as later that evening they attempted to have their very own marching band around our house. Crazily enough, Charis was really good at mimicking the rhythms she heard on the drums. I was actually impressed.


I have no idea what he was talking to her about...


But it was so darn cute to watch and imagine. See that dimple? Yep. that's what first attracted me to the lug. Lucky for him, eh? :)

I love how things like this expose them to different activities that people are involved in. that they may want to one day try. Though admittedly, I'm hoping Charis sticks with the drums instead of trying whatever these girls were doing. Just sayin'.



And for the sake of proving to the kidlets that I was, in fact, around during all the fun times in their lives...I told Jet to take a picture of me.

This picture was taken after the girls had amassed at least one bucket full each and were tiring of the whole run-into-the-street routine. We seriously have enough candy to last us until next year's parade.

What's a kind and loving mom to do but help her girls eat it?! You learn the art of sacrifice when you become a parent.