Bounce House Tour
We spent our day today at kiddie friendly celebrations around Charlotte, starting with the Earth Day festival in Indian Trail, one of the towns I cover for the paper. We broke for lunch and took naps, then moved on to the annual Hawkfest party at Josh's school. It rained most of the time we were there so we didn't bring the camera, but the kids tried out most of the inflatable rides, the "Fun Bus" and the "slammer," in which Josh won a glow-in-the-dark bracelet for hitting it hard enough to ring the bell. They were soaked and filthy by the time we walked home, but a good time was had by all.
I took the kids through the civic building where the Indian Trail town council meets; a room where I have spent countless hours over the past seven years covering meetings. I have been writing about this town much longer than any elected official there has been in office and almost all town employees have worked there. That's either commendable or crazy.
This picture is notable not because Molly is doing her best not to look at the camera, but because it illustrates a sadly significant moment in my reporting life. After six years of sitting in a metal folding chair at meetings that could last five or six hours (and I was pregnant for nine months of that), the town bought chairs with padded seats. Believe me, it was reason to celebrate.
We spent our day today at kiddie friendly celebrations around Charlotte, starting with the Earth Day festival in Indian Trail, one of the towns I cover for the paper. We broke for lunch and took naps, then moved on to the annual Hawkfest party at Josh's school. It rained most of the time we were there so we didn't bring the camera, but the kids tried out most of the inflatable rides, the "Fun Bus" and the "slammer," in which Josh won a glow-in-the-dark bracelet for hitting it hard enough to ring the bell. They were soaked and filthy by the time we walked home, but a good time was had by all.
I took the kids through the civic building where the Indian Trail town council meets; a room where I have spent countless hours over the past seven years covering meetings. I have been writing about this town much longer than any elected official there has been in office and almost all town employees have worked there. That's either commendable or crazy.
This picture is notable not because Molly is doing her best not to look at the camera, but because it illustrates a sadly significant moment in my reporting life. After six years of sitting in a metal folding chair at meetings that could last five or six hours (and I was pregnant for nine months of that), the town bought chairs with padded seats. Believe me, it was reason to celebrate.
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