August 9, 2008 Alpine Days Parade

Early one Saturday in August, at 7:00am I was awakened by a frantic phone call from my parents telling me that I needed to hurry and wake my kids up, dress them in specific colors and bring them and their bikes to Alpine so they wouldn't miss a once in a lifetime chance to participate in the world famous Alpine Days Parade, and I needed to be their by 8:30am (the drive alone is 25min). So being the obedient daughter I am and not wanting to be the cause of my children missing out on this rare opportunity, I did as I was told. I woke my kids, toasted some eggo waffles to eat plain in the car, pulled out anything in their wardrobe that resembled a patriotic theme (any color of gingham is American right? Oh yeah, Spiderman is too.) When we arrived my mom met us in a parking lot with streamers, scissors, and tape. Within minutes the bikes and kids were transformed into mini-floats. Then they got to hurry up and wait 45 min for their turn. Since they didn't have a registration number my parents asked a guy running for the state school board if they could join his group, what was he going to say? Any way they did get to be in the parade, my kids had a blast and the real truth came out that Grandpa was just dying to be in the famous Alpine Days Parade and my kids were just part of a ruse to get himself in.

Here's Grandpa with Isabelle on the back.

Alexa and Sage

Noah