Sunday, July 19, 2015

Keep Marching On

As far as Saturday morning's go, this was a pretty good one. 

Along with our stake, we marched in the Days of '47 Youth Parade. This was our kids' first time in a parade (and my first time since getting mini basketballs chucked at me while I rode my GREENbike). 

Though there was one member of the family who was refusing to participate (hint: the grumpy one), everyone cheered up when they saw that they got to make as much noise as they wanted with the little plastic hand clappers. (The theme of the float was Small Hands Serving the New Frontier.)

The parade route took us from Trolley Square to Washington Square, straight down 500 South. Our three monkeys successfully clapped their clappers the entire way. They even got a little taste of celebrity, thanks to this coverage in the Deseret News. (Check out photos 18 and 19 on the slideshow.) 

The parade ended at a bounce-house-filled kids festival where there was face painting for the girls and a mini Home Depot for the boys. It was a good day for the Sutherlands. 

But no day would be complete without a little drama. The problem with a one-way parade is that when you get to the end, you have to walk all the way back to the beginning. Rather than make everyone hike back to our car, I left Traci and the kids playing in the fountain at Library Square. 

By the time I got back to pick them up,  fairest-of-the-fair-skinned Tate was wearing no shirt and both he and Curtis were completely soaked. Apparently, Curtis fell in the water and Tate took that as invitation to go ahead and jump in, too. Both were then surprised that the result of getting in the water is getting wet, a reality they were quite displeased with. 

Can't win 'em all.

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