Travelingjenny

This morning, all four of us marched in a parade, in honor of "North Yarmouth Fun Day" (organized by our next-door neighbor). Adam carried Tess in the backpack. Gracie rode her tricycle, decorated with balloons and her trusty copilot, Curly. Directly in front of us was a man with a rubber chicken on his head, pulling a wagon with a baby in a chick costume, sitting on a pile of hay. In front of them was an old fire truck, and in front of the truck was a group of teenagers walking with sheep. Yes, SHEEP. I love living in the country (as long as I’m not wearing my best shoes)! Directly behind us was the North Yarmouth Community Band. The band started playing even before the parade started, and Gracie asked, "Mommy, when is that loud noise going to stop?" The music went on for .7 miles, and so did we. Gracie’s little legs pedaled and pedaled, and whenever we passed a group of people on the sidelines, she waved and rang the bell on her trike. Her enthusiasm was adorable – and she was quite thrilled to be riding her bike down the middle of the road. Our group, the Cumberland/North Yarmouth Family Network, won an award, and each child received a medal for participating in the parade. Afterwards, Gracie proudly told people: "I winned the parade." Yes you did, honey.