I am not sure if any of you know this about me, but when I was little, I was in a lot of parades.Â I started cheerleading when I was 3 (hey, it was Texas!) and I was also in baton, so needless to say … parades were part of our summers!
I was so excited about Monkey being in her first parade last weekend.Â She is in her first year of cheer, and I knew they weren’t making the little ones walk/perform in the parade, but I couldn’t wait to see her waving and shaking her little pom-poms.
Look at how cute she looks!Â Makes mama proud.
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Seriously, she didn’t look our direction once.
Even though we were screaming her name like total freaks.
Or maybe that’s why …. hmmm.Â I’ll have to think about that one.
On a side note (well sort of), is it just me, or are parades different now?Â I remember my mom spending hours and hours stuffing chicken wire with little tiny paper tissues, building enormous floats for the Boy Scouts, Girl Scouts, and everything else my brother and I did at the time.Â Do people not do that any more, or is that a Texas thing too?
Off to ponder how the changes in the world are giving me a complex about getting old,