So when we saw the signs go up around town, it was a no brainer that we marked it on the calendar. We were going to be there!
Until.
Until I saw that the temperature was in the low 90s, with the heat index at 100 degrees. You all know me. I'm a fair weather fan. I toughed it out at the baseball game last week. I just didn't have it in me to sit along a curb while parade floats went by and I baked in the high heat. Not my idea of a good time.
I tried to barter with the girls. I suggested other fun things to do indoors. Nope. They weren't having it. Quinn and Sullivan were going to the parade come heck or high water.
That's when my dear sweet husband stepped up to the plate. God love him. He agreed to take the girls to the festival so that I could stay back. I didn't ask twice - I didn't even say "Are you sure?" I wussed out of going and graciously said "thank you" to Ryan for taking them.
My three brave ones at the parade...
Sullivan and Quinn had a blast at the parade and at the festival. They were all decked out to battle the heat - misting fans, wet towels, an umbrella and plenty of water!
They claimed it wasn't that bad. Ryan did too. Something tells me that they battle the heat a little better than I. I am still glad I didn't go! But I am glad they had fun.