Touch a Truck - In These Economic Times, Festivals Are Low Budget Affairs

Saturday was Touch-A-Truck Day in Decatur. After Kate's swimming and Sarah's gymnastics class, we grabbed the stroller and headed over to check out the big trucks. We thought Sarah, who is a fan of trucks in general, would love this event most of all. We weren't as sure about Kate, who donned a princess dress and gloves to go out. However, when we arrived, we realized we had not considered Sarah's fear and hatred of loud noises. And it's very loud. The kids are allowed to honk the horns and turn on the police cruiser sirens. All. Day. Long.

Sarah warmed up to it by the time we got to the recycling cart, but she was full-on terrified of the fire trucks. Not Kate. Kate loved it. She crawled all over the trucks in her formal wear. We forgot our camera. Tragic. We were stuck with just our phones. So, here's a few shots I took with my BlackBerry. That sideways one is of Kate standing in the back of the recycling truck. The kids loved it. They'd pull themselves up to the top and slide down to the bottom. As it has been since my childhood, the cement truck was my favorite.