Our town has its own small town parade, of which the local mother's club particpated in. We decorated the kids' cars and bikes and marched down main street, waving to the people.
We were first in line for the parade, which enabled us to sit and watch the entire parade after our part was done. There was the usual rotary, local high school, boy scouts, karate school, etc. but I ask you this...
How many of you had flamenco dancing horses in your parade? Yeah, didn't think so.
We briefly considered going to watch fireworks, but our past experience with fireworks and Sofia having been less than positive, we decided against it. This would turn out to be a wise move. Predictably, within a few minutes of darkness, the cracks and booms commenced (we live within a stone's throw of the beach, so people go crazy here, even though it's technically illegal) and Sofia appeared in my bedroom door, hysterically crying. I did let her sleep on her fold out couch next to me because I admit it. I can be a hard ass, but am a sucker for fear-related crying.
Some photos of the day. It was a long one, but a memorable one.
Self portrait of William and I
Patriot Girl












2 comments:
Dancing Horses were amazing. Never have seen anything like it.
Hair and make-up done! I'm impressed. You look fantastic. Cute, cute pictures. Thanks for sharing.
I need to get out and do fun stuff with the kids, but it's too bloody hot here. We've had a heat advisory for 3 weeks now. We just went to grandma and grandpa's house and ate....
OK Now I am just blown away - you look fab, the kids are too cute and when the heck do you have time to put all this together? Amazing. Thanks for sharing!
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