It’s just heaven for a photo nut like me. Whee! In this first (beautifully color-coordinated) pic, Ree is on the left, then Ro, the girls’ BFF Savannah, and little Hannah. They’re standing in front of the 1930 Model A roadster that I drove in college until I melted a piston and cracked the engine block. (true story) After that I was “downgraded” to a Ford Escort. Heh. Good times. Anyhow, my folks (along with all of their fun antique auto friends) drove in an awesome local parade this morning. We had fun waving to everyone we know, and the kids had fun collecting as much candy as they could grab.
Maggie was our hero and schlepped over to the parade route yesterday and put out seats and her golf cart to reserve this huge space for us. Thanks Maggie!!
Beautiful fourth-of-July Ro:
Gorgeous patriotic Ree:
The girls all ready for the parade. Got popcorn. Got lawn chairs. Life is good:
It was blazing hot, and it cracked me up to see the girls trying to find any tiny bit of shade they could:
The local firemen are always super popular among the kids:
The mad dash for candy!
Whoohoo, I got a piece!
At the end of the parade, the three big girls hopped into the rumbleseat and rode in style to the picnic area:
We all headed home in the middle of the day and just took it easy. Plenty of time for showers, food, naps, backyard play, whatever… Then were raring to go for the fireworks party. Oh my gosh the kids all looked SO cute!!! (Yes, I’m unrepentantly biased). From left: Sweet Melly (BFF and neighbor), Ro and Ree (wearing Wela Wear that I designed and begged my poor mom to make in the few minutes she was actually home this month), Savannah, and Hannah (wearing mini Wela Wear).
The kids loved the funny balloon dude (the guy was like a comedian with latex):
The tennis game is always fun (all the little kiddos get “help” and everyone wins a prize):
There was a little bit of bouncy-house roughhousing (most of it coming from the twins, if you ask me). TubaDad and I stood at each window and tried to keep the girls from squashing any fragile twelve-year-old boys.
Then we all strolled down to the grass and the kids ran up and down the hills while we waited for the fireworks to start. It was getting really dark, and there were hundreds of kids with glowsticks running around – it got a little crazy out there. Every time our little band of runners took off, I’d stand up with a flashlight and wave it back and forth until they all returned safely to our blanket. I felt like an air traffic controller. Heh. Then we watched the spectacular fireworks show. (I think Catherine got a video of the amazing finale.) Man we love our neighborhood.
Awesome day. And night. It’s 8:30am the next morning as I’m writing this and the kids are still sleeping. Wow, I guess we finally figured out how much fun they need to have to tucker them out.
Happy Fourth of July! Hope your day is packed with fun, family, friends, food, and fireworks.