The kids and I were at a birthday party today and some of the parents were talking about the Santa Parade that was going on tonight. We all agreed that it was way too early for a Santa parade, and the conversation moved on to other things. Fast forward four hours, and where do I find myself? Walking over the Blue Bridge in the dark, carrying three blankets, four hats, four sets of mittens/gloves, one chair and two umbrellas, on my way to the parade with the kids.
Greg and I were tentatively scheduled to see the Bond flick tonight, but our plans hinged on getting a babysitter. She unfortunately had plans with her family (note to self: we really need a backup babysitter). When I texted Greg to let him know (he was at a conference all day), he sent back a note asking if we wanted to go to the parade.
Oh heck, why not. I fed the kids an early dinner, bundled them up and away we went. I forgot that we wouldn’t be able to get over the Blue Bridge, and when I saw the traffic on the Bay Street bridge we made a quick decision to park and walk. A definite benefit of our kids getting older is they can actually walk for longer than two minutes without whining. We booted it over the bridge, met up with Greg and found a spot about ten minutes before the parade started. Excellent timing.
November 17 IS way too early for a Christmas parade, and I totally do not feel Christmas-y, but it was fun. There were some great floats, the kids loved it, the rain held off, and we got some fresh air and exercise.
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