Holy God! My legs are about to fall off and thanks to my ever loosening hip joints, this is not an exaggeration. Pregnancy and parades do not go together. No chairs, no toilets, no deal.
We took the Snot Queen to the St. Paddy's day parade today, thrilled as only new parents can be at the thought of watching our little girls joy as the floats and fancies strolled on by. Of course, being new parents, we were ignorant of some very basic facts, the main one being that if you want to get a good viewing spot at any point along the parade route, you may want to consider camping out the night before and not showing up ten minutes late when even the tops of the phone booths are covered in a dense carpet of children.
Secondly, there ought to be a law against selling whistles to small children. In fact, all forms of noise making equipment should be banned from use by the under 21's and even then limited to private use in your own home, well away from the ears of the general public.
Overall though, we had a great day. The sun was shining, which is always cause to celebrate and the snot queen was happy out for at least twenty minutes before expressing her distress at not having been fed in the last hour (seriously, the kid's a chowhound!) which thankfully coincided with my hips giving out and daddy dearest wanting a bite to eat (see? She comes by it honestly)
St. Patrick's day is definitely a different affair when you're 7 months pregnant with a family in tow...
Hope you all had a good one!
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