The theme was "Bee a Helping Hand in Service" (I think...). On the front of the float, invisible to all but the most superhuman of eyes is a Pennies By the Inch collection jar.
Anyway, I had nothing to do with this float, so don't start commenting on what a great job I did. It was a whole bunch of other people with more talent and skill (and patience) than I could possibly lay claim to.
The reason why I mention this particular parade is because one very special little girl has a mommy who is way good at finding ways to give said little girl wonderful, memorable experiences. The daddy in this tale wants the little girl to have fun experiences, but is often too lazy, unmotivated, or just plain grumpy to actually seek them out or jump at the chance.
Therefore, the wonderful mommy went out of her way to make sure the special little girl was prepared, dressed and present the morning of the parade.
The daddy who, at the time, has never really found any point to parades, and who would have been extremely pleased to be able to sleep in on a Saturday morning in July, was also prepared, dressed and present the morning of the parade.
The mommy and daddy each had a health concern regarding walking a mile in 97º weather. Mommy's asthma had been acting up, and daddy's foot was still extremely tender from recent surgery. It was determined that daddy would be the parade walker, while mommy watched with her family from the sidelines.
As you can see, the special little girl was lucky enough to get to ride in a wagon for the mile-long walk along 500 south. And she was pretty happy to be there. Mostly... but we won't focus on the less happy moments waiting for the parade to finally begin.
I know I've mentioned my daughter's awful pose-face before. But honestly, I just can't mention it enough... I think that maybe subconsciously I might hope that if I talk about it enough, she'll become so self-conscious that she'll spend hours staring in the mirror practicing her smile so that it doesn't look SO INCREDIBLY FORCED AND UNNATURAL.
Yes, I'm a terrible, horrible father. No need to point that out to me.
It's one of the reasons you will often see Cordelia sticking her tongue out in pictures. If I can't get her to smile somewhat naturally long enough to snatch a photo of it, I make her stick out her tongue. It's acceptable among children, so I encourage it. Generally, I try to catch her in candid photos, as that's the best way to view any person, in my opinion.
However, sometimes there is nothing for it, but to have a completely unnatural, forced photo-op. Like when you get to be in a parade and you want to have memories of it. And when somebody decides that it's time for a group pic:
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| Back: J. Herman, B. Glazier, C. Sorensen, J. Sorensen Center: S. Herman, A. Glazier, O. Sorensen, T. Dahl Front: Cordelia "Pose-Face" Casper |
2 comments:
Whoa. So whatsup with all the kids wearing yellow and looking like bumble bees?
You are funny. Geez let your kid smile how she wants. LOL When I was in 2nd grade, and we were getting school pictures taken I remember my mom prepping me before going to school on how to smile for pictures because apparently my natural cheesy smile was a bit TOO natural. She said "You just open your mouth a LITTLE, not alot". So in my 2nd grade picture, I look like I'm saying "harrrrr" and so oddly posed. LOL
We can't get Preston to even smile for pictures at all. he just stares at the camera. BUT we can get him to say "cheese" which kind of makes it look like he is smiling LOL.`
The theme of our float was "Bee a helping hand in service." Hence the bee theme.
Cordy's natural smile is beautiful. When she smiles for real it's angelic.
When she poses, she looks like she's going to bite the postman.
She got her pose-face trait from her mommy, who looks like she's being force to eat raw liver when she poses. Seriously, I should post some of our wedding photos some time. I sometimes have my doubt about whether or not she really wanted to be there.
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