Our town has two parades in one weekend for its little celebration. We had such a hot, sweaty good time at the first one that we decided to go to the second one, too.
The parade started off with firetrucks blaring their sirens and horns. Just a little too loud for my kiddos.
There weren't a lot of "floats," in the traditional sense...
...but we had all kinds of fun teaching Brooke to dodge in and out of traffic to grab candy in the street. She scored loads of jewelry. Atta girl.
Scot promised he would do whatever it takes to get to ride a little go-cart in the parade one day, complete with little hat.
Is it bad to give a one-year-old a sucker? Two suckers? Two suckers and a popsicle? Oops.
Soon, our work was done.
So we took our sweaty kids back home.
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