I Love a Parade

Despite being rained on, the baby got treated to his first Fourth of July parade this year. He did beautifully... I personally could have done without the "Get out of Iraq" protesters or even the elected representatives who rolled by with big signs on their cars and shaking hands with the crowd.

But there were fire engines, and a horse drawn stagecoach and tractors from the local farm stands. The area chinese restaurant had one of those dragons that take sixty-eleven people to hold up on poles and they ran by swishing it about and throwing fortune cookies to the crowd. The Highland band with the bagpipes spiced up the assortment of marching bands as well. It was hard to get the baby to even crack a smile because he was so mesmerized by all the strange goings on. All in all a fun start to the Fourth! At this time last year, I was hugely pregnant and not doing a whole lot of anything. Now there is a nearly 11-month-old running around the place, soaking it all in. How a little bit of time can change things, eh?