This past Saturday, Frances’s school participated in a very
local (and slightly unorganized, but no less fun) parade in the heart of
Midlothian and her Kindergarten class was asked to ride on one of the
floats. Considering both Frances and George go ga-ga over parades, I’m fairly certain the entire day was a big blur of
candy collecting, fire trucks, and dancers. But can you really blame them?
“Princesses” (or what at least one member of this household calls any female wearing a tiara and/or purple)
Lots of sirens
Our own princess (in the pink sweatshirt), so serious about her candy-throwing job
she didn’t even glance our way.
George’s favorite – the Shriner cars
My favorite float – the giant tap shoe
Throughout most of the parade (with the limited exception of
Shriner racecars when he was completely mute), George kept asking when Santa
would be coming. I brushed him off
saying, “No sweetheart, this is a fall
parade. Santa is in the Christmas
parade.”
And then, wouldn’t you know it?! I’m actually quite pleased the Jolly Old Man
himself showed up. I’ve already started
reminding the children when they’re behaving less than angelic that Mr. Claus
is watching them.
Once Frances’s float passed through the parade, she could
join the rest of the crowd, including cousins Trey and Justin.
And if the day had ended right there, it would have probably
landed in F&Gs top 10 favorite fall mornings of all time. But no, no, no, we had to top it off with
Frances’s best friend’s 5th birthday party at, where else, the POOL.
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| Frances and Carissa as close as ever (especially considering they aren't in the same school anymore. Boo.) |
I know. My children
live in an alternate reality of non-stop fun, don’t they?
Swimming
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| Crowning the birthday girl |
Cupcakes
Pink pirate decorations
What else could a five-year-old girl want in life?
Or a thirty-five-year-old girl, for that matter.
Happy Tuesday, everyone!
And a happy, happy birthday to Carissa from all of us!
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