On the 3rd of July Matt's friend invited us to go to their neighborhood's bike parade. The kids (mainly Sammie) were so excited. We went and bought a few decorations to make their bikes pretty. Sammie was very specific on were each item of decor went. We had to cover all the green spots in pink streamers.
Eston didn't care so much. Matt had Eston's bike covered in blue streamers and ribbon. Eston immediately helped out by tearing everything off but the ribbons on his handles. Those only stayed because Matt had secured them better.
All I had to do was pretty much sit there and look pretty while Matt did the work.
Robert (Matt's friend) had told us to park at his house and then we could walk over to the beginning of the parade route and start there. Little did we know that Robert's house was near the end of the parade route. We walked and the kids rode their bikes the entire parade route in order to start with everyone else. By the time we got to the starting line, the kids were too tired to participate fully in the parade. Eston ended up getting pushed most of the time on his bike (thank goodness for the handle). If he wasn't being pushed, then he was doing the pushing. Sammie ended up walking most the route while Matt carried her bike. At one point Matt was caring Sammie's bike (with Sammie's help) and pushing Eston on his bike. What a Man!!
When we were 3/4 of the way to the end of the parade route, we dropped the bikes off in the car and decided to walk the remainder of the way. Sammie walked with me and we dragged ourselves into the finish line to find out that they only had 2 Popsicles left. Sammie took one and the lady took one look down the street at Matt and Eston (who were still about 1 1/2 blocks away) and walked the distance to them to give Eston his Popsicle. Eston looked like he was half dead. Apparently at one point while walking with Matt, Eston was holding his drink. While walking he stopped dead in his tracks, stood still for a moment, set his drink down, and started walking again. Caring anything heavier than a feather was more than the poor boy could handle.
We have decided that if we ever participate in a bike parade again, that we will drop the kids off at the beginning with one of us, and the other will be waiting at the end (with the car) to cheer the others on as the come in. It was quite the ordeal.
Eston didn't care so much. Matt had Eston's bike covered in blue streamers and ribbon. Eston immediately helped out by tearing everything off but the ribbons on his handles. Those only stayed because Matt had secured them better.
All I had to do was pretty much sit there and look pretty while Matt did the work.
Robert (Matt's friend) had told us to park at his house and then we could walk over to the beginning of the parade route and start there. Little did we know that Robert's house was near the end of the parade route. We walked and the kids rode their bikes the entire parade route in order to start with everyone else. By the time we got to the starting line, the kids were too tired to participate fully in the parade. Eston ended up getting pushed most of the time on his bike (thank goodness for the handle). If he wasn't being pushed, then he was doing the pushing. Sammie ended up walking most the route while Matt carried her bike. At one point Matt was caring Sammie's bike (with Sammie's help) and pushing Eston on his bike. What a Man!!
When we were 3/4 of the way to the end of the parade route, we dropped the bikes off in the car and decided to walk the remainder of the way. Sammie walked with me and we dragged ourselves into the finish line to find out that they only had 2 Popsicles left. Sammie took one and the lady took one look down the street at Matt and Eston (who were still about 1 1/2 blocks away) and walked the distance to them to give Eston his Popsicle. Eston looked like he was half dead. Apparently at one point while walking with Matt, Eston was holding his drink. While walking he stopped dead in his tracks, stood still for a moment, set his drink down, and started walking again. Caring anything heavier than a feather was more than the poor boy could handle.
We have decided that if we ever participate in a bike parade again, that we will drop the kids off at the beginning with one of us, and the other will be waiting at the end (with the car) to cheer the others on as the come in. It was quite the ordeal.
3 comments:
That sounds presh!
Great posts! It is fun to hear about all your events over July. Glad you are all moved in and that you had such great help. Your family just keeps getting cuter and cuter. Sammie's curly hair is adorable. I love it!
Fun little parade. Dad's are always there to help the little ones finish. Good idea for next time. Sammie is getting so big and is just as darling as ever.
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