Welcome to Hometown America on the 4th of July. Our sweet kiddos sat patiently in their chairs for 45 seconds (and then got up and down and up and down for the remaining 29 minutes and 15 seconds until the parade started) They were so excited to see the parade! With it being an election year, the politicians were sandwiched in between the horseback riders, the marching bands and the Veterans. The little ones loved every stinkin’ second!
Waving flags, catching beads and diving for every single piece of candy thrown their way has to be some kind of kiddie heaven for our 2, 3 and 4 year olds. We spent the morning with 2 other families (and their kids) who we just adore. I can’t get enough of the girls in their star-spangled-banner attire. And with the flags? Me. Positively teary-eyed.
I mean…can you stand it? And they were so good about posing for pictures. (That is, of course, in between begging for us to open yet another lolly pop. FYI…parade-powers- that-be…hard candy is NOT ideal for little ones…and gum, well, how about notsomuch?) And, have I mentioned the weather? Perfecto! A 4th of July in the Midwest….in the upper 70’s?? Mother Nature definitely tossed us a bone on that one. Not too hot….not at all humid. Much like living in Cali….oh, the good ‘ol days.
And yes, Coop was there too….he just barely left Daddy’s side for fear of letting him out of his site. Daddy made it home for a few days for the holiday weekend (and it was divine) after being gone at new-work-training for 2 weeks. He is now gone again (hence Coop’s fear realized) For 3 days, I was not allowed to hold Coop, put him in his car seat, or feed him….I was only given a “Noooo, Daddy do it” every time I tried anything.
What 4th of July celebration would be complete without the local fair? Yes, Coop is kishing the goats…and yes, he is riding a pony. He actually loved the animals…and so did Delaney. My big girl rode the pony all by herself. Coop….notsomuch. Told you, attached to Daddy at the hip.
See the joy on Coop’s face on that tea cup? Nope…didn’t last. Literally watched the happy slip away to be replaced by fear and dizziness. No more rides for the little guy.
Our time at the fair was limited once the rides started…Coop….not a fan.
The exhausted little ones were in bed early….well, Mini was. Slept right through the fireworks, and Coop, well, he wanted to be brave enough to watch them, but he just couldn’t get passed being scared 🙂
All in all…a tip-top, perfect “America’s Birthday” as Delaney calls it.
Leave a Reply