The Princess and The Parade

Tonight was our school district's annual Homecoming Parade!

Each year, every school in the district walks in the parade.  I have been walking since before Sweetpea was born.  I walked while pregnant with her.  I walked with her in a stroller.  Now that she's a student there... she REALLY wants to walk!

Sweetpea has on her cheerleading outfit, has her baby, and is ready to parade!

 
Does she look a little tired to you?  

Could be because it's the end of a very long week.  And a very HOT week.  Temps were in the 90's today.... and we have no A/C in our school.

OR... it could be because she was LOW.  

We met for dinner and then headed back to my classroom to chill before the parade started.  I had just bolused Sweetpea 1.2u for her dinner.  I had given her a few extra carbs because I knew she'd be walking and she was borderline low.

Less than an hour later.... time to line up for the parade... 

BEEP.  BEEP.  BEEP.

Dexie.  48.  Crap on a stick.

Sweetpea sucked down her Juicy Juice.  

But she still had over a unit IOB.  And we were supposed to walk a mile!

I combed my classroom for sweet treats....  I keep a big bag of smarties in the cupboard.  But I NEEDED juice.  Note to self.... buy juice to store in classroom.

Now, she has juice in  HER classroom.  But all the doors were locked.  My key only works for my room.  

I managed to get into the clinic and I stole  borrowed a juice box to take with us.

Getting ready to walk.... sitting on the curb testing BG.  She was 79.  Still about a unit IOB.  

About now I'm KICKING myself for saying that "NO, we don't need the wagon.  It's too heavy to pull."  And "NO, we don't want the stroller.  She's almost 5.  She can walk."

Well.... normally.  But not when low.

I try to talk Sweetpea into WATCHING the parade instead.  She's having none of it.  Life is NOT a spectator sport to her.  No way.  She wants to be in the thick of it.

So we walk.  Sweetpea wants to walk.  She's skipping along happily.  NO signs that she's low...

Then she says she's hungry.  And tired.  "Can you carry me?"  We've walked about a block.

"Hop on."

So I carried her pretty much the WHOLE DANG WAY.

We stopped once to test.  She'd gone up... only to drop again.  She was 80.  Glad I'd stole borrowed that other juice.  Down it went.

By the time the parade was over, she was still hungry.  I was hot, sweaty and exhausted.  And J was saying, "I thought we should have brought the stroller!"  

So that's how my night was... How was yours???