Saturday, July 5, 2014
We celebrated Independence Day at the annual parade. Belle seemed mystified by all the horses in the parade, especially the one being commandeered by a toddler in pink. We resisted the ice cream carts and lemonade stands because it wasn't very hot and we weren't very hungry. In fact, we were late to the parade because I'd fried eggs and potato pancakes, of which Belle ate cookies. We had a great time on full stomachs and only missed forty-five floats.
Someone brought me some wine and cheese later on. I was a couple glasses in (and standing barefoot outside with it) when our next door neighbors invited us to their barbecue in the park. Belle nibbled on a rib and strawberries. I drank homemade sangria, followed by what I can best describe as a mimosa already made in a bottle. I probably would have followed the neighbors home to their house had Belle not needed to play on the play structure on the way home.
Belle jumped out of bed at two-thirty this morning and just stood crying in the dark. I jumped out of bed too and drank some water to curb my hang over. I got Belle back into bed until eight when Krishna woke her up. I warmed up leftovers to eat in the bath, which was the only way I would have gotten clean, fed and hydrated with a clingy child in a time crunch. Belle and I made this morning's food run late and still left early enough to cart it home and trek back out to shop the farmer's market, where we were invited to a wine and cheese party at church.