We then scooted over to a baptism of one of our precious buddies, and the girls sang a duet as a group. Good grief, are those girlies amazing. I was so proud of them. I never get nervous playing the piano, but as I sat down to play for them my back was to them and couldn't see all six of them up there singing, my hands started to shake and I realized that I was nervous FOR them. But it was completely unwarranted. They sang like little angels. And yes, I'm a little biased, but they still sounded like angels! We jetted from there to catch the second half of Eli's tball game, dropping Lose off at a birthday party on the way, and then rushed back over to the baptism luncheon. From there we came home for naps and laundry (for me, anyway!). The four big girlies took that time to decorate their bikes. Auntie Katie had told the girls that her kiddos were going to ride in the bike ride before the parade for Orem Summerfest, and asked the girls if they wanted to decorate their bikes and ride with them. Good grief. You should have seen these girls. They took one day to map out their plan, complete with sketches and write ups. Then they took one day to start tracing stencils, cutting out, and decorating the stencils. The final day was today, finishing of the prep work and finally breaking out the duct tape to make sure it all didn't blow off as their bikes rode in the back of Uncle Matt's truck. Several of them were convinced that they also needed to decorate themselves, and had full costumes prepared. We were able to compromise and some decided to go with colorful socks instead. Line was bummed because she couldn't find a match to the one funky sock she could find, but was thrilled when she realized Addie didn't wear funky socks either.
Although I was in the worst of moods at the beginning of the festivities (I hate parades and all that it involves...parking, crowds, finding seats, and the panic associated with all three of those things, not to mention dirty feet and sticky hands. I have issues people, I already know that) it turned out to be the best night. These three stinkers are so funny...
And as the parade progressed these two didn't want to sit in chairs. No, of course not. I just hauled the chairs along with me for the heck of it. Instead, one wanted to sit in front of me in my chair, and one wanted to sit in back of me, in the same chair. It was...lovely. Although I was a bit oversensitized between the two of them, their sweet young selves smelled delicious and scrumptious. I was close enough to know. And their little chubby fingers and cheeks were right within my reach.
It was a great night. Thanks Brousseaus for telling us about the sweet seats. :) And thanks to the other Brousseaus for providing the seats AND the parking, completely eliminating two of my parade pet peeves. Gooooo, Summer!
