Waynesville Christmas Parade

There's not too much to say about the Waynesville Christmas Parade, except that we went and that we had a swell parking place in the lot of the pawn shop across the street from Bogart's.

It ended up being a good thing the car was close by when Freddie "shared" his Ginger Ale with Jones by pouring it down the front of Jones's outfit. A perfectly-timed "push" of the can when it was Jones's turn to drink was all it took to send Big Brother, freezing, into the warmth of our van.

Side note: if I ever run away, it'll be stuff like that that has pushed me out the door. It's not necessarily malicious; it's just mischievous and, when you have to deal with it 947 times in the course of a single day, it's enough to make a person lose her ever-loving mind.

Or maybe it's just enough to make ME lose my mind.

Regardless, my mind is currently so lost that I was thankful Nature called before the parade started. It gave me an excuse to walk the two blocks to Jeremy's office and kill the next fifteen minutes in the sweetest solitude I've ever tasted.

I had to force myself to rejoin the pack, getting back just before the Ginger Ale "incident." I then spent the rest of the evening trying to keep Freddie warm and trying to decide if he was just faking it when he said he had to go potty.

Jones, on the other hand, was in the catbird seat. According to Jeremy, who joined him in the car a little while after Jones first climbed in, Jones narrated the parade, giving a play by play of every float, which, if you know Jones at all, isn't even one itty bit surprising.

Thursday nite is the Christmas Parade here in Canton. Of course, we're planning to be there. I am NOT, however, planning to pack a Ginger Ale.

It's Freddie's World, & We're Just Living In It.

This past Saturday morning, we planned to take the boys to the water park at the Waynesville Rec Center. We ended up instead spending the morning at the Appalachian Lifestyle Celebration before heading back to the Rec Center that afternoon after naptime.

A friend had posted about the Celebration on Facebook. Knowing how much Jones loves music, I'd thought he'd enjoy the bluegrass bands. I was not prepared, however, for how much FREDDIE enjoyed them ... and the popcorn that went with them.

To be honest, my younger son pranced around like the Mayor of Main Street whether or not the music was playing. While Jones is reserved until he warms up to a new situation, Freddie doesn't have the same incubation period. From the very beginning, he's just, like, "Hey, Y'all. Let's get this party started."

As expected, Jones DID get into the music, but it wasn't until after we'd watched the first of two sets and strolled down Main Street and back up again. It's funny to me how two children can be so different ... and yet so equally adorable.

#biased