parade

I took the girls to the Derby parade by myself last week. Yes I am proud. We were meeting friends but I had to find a place to park and our friends in very heavy traffic. We were meeting on the north side of the street on Broadway between Preston and Jackson streets. I did it! Not the biggest deal I know but John is a great husband and father and I have really learned to rely on him for this type of stuff and have taken for granted that I never have to do it. Just ride in the car and follow his lead. I still have it though! Anyway, the girls loved the parade. It had a lot of horses in it and some big blow up horses. Whenever the horses would come through a few people would follow them with a big roll garbage can to clean up after them. Av thought this was hilarious. Every time she saw someone rolling around a garbage can she had to point it out to me. For over an hour they both sat in their seat on the bleachers and watched the parade (someone had brought tootsie lollypops, a first for Camille). Once they started getting restless though we left. I walked them the million blocks back, loaded them both into the car, loaded all our stuff back into the car, and then the big jogging stroller back into the car. And that is why I barely look pregnant.