As promised, I updated our Memorial Day pictures this weekend. Hey! In my defense … I remembered yesterday that we didn’t have pictures from last year because we were in the middle of a cross-country marathon drive. I’ll have to tell that story another time … I’ll also have to figure out my excuses for the other three years not having pictures at a later date as well.
We started out our morning with a parade…
And, the “A++ Father Award for Standing in The Hot Sun On a Parade Route” goes to … my husband! I say this because I was over here for about 98.5% of the morning …
…sitting on the step of a dentist’s office in the shade of the building right behind Bob the whole time. PS: I wish I could tell you why Aidan makes that face at the camera, but I can’t, because I don’t know why. I think my two year old is officially “too cool for school” … or the camera … whichever the case may be.
A funny thing about my family …
We love to cheer on a parade. Side note: look at my prim and proper mother with her backwards hat! I have no idea why it’s like that in this picture, but I’m sure she’ll die just a tiny bit when she sees it.
Anyway, we love to cheer a parade! Please notice my dad’s wide open mouth … he spends a large amount of any parade we attend calling out to the participants. There’s one parade we attend every year where we’ve started noticing that the same people sit by us year after year. I think it’s because my father is almost as entertaining as the parade. When we were younger, he’d call out and cheer to all the church and school kids we knew in the marching bands, etc. Now, he calls out to people he knows from the city … everyone from the mayor to the marching veteran whose coffee he pours at Starbuck’s and recognizes by name. We laugh and it’s entertaining, but my dad has a great gift for making people feel special, even those he doesn’t know … as evidenced in this picture: he’s calling out to the flute players and telling them what a great job they’re doing. True story. He often calls out to the parents marching alongside the groups and bands with “Way to go, PARENTS! You guys make it happen!!” I love my dad.
We finally got out of the heat for an awesome lunch that included an addictive spinach salad (a recipe I WILL be posting in the future) and then a little of this …
I’ll just let this picture speak for itself. Powerful in it’s total lack of action, right?
After a little siesta, we let the kids hang out in the sprinkler. I should just preface this by saying … I LOVE these pictures! I love them so much that I drool over them a little every time I look at them. Okay, I’m done.
Side note: THIS is why you cloth diaper. Green, Schmeen … do it for the awesome pictures of your babies’ little bums in adorable colors, that’s why.
If this picture had sound, you’d hear Darcy and Aidan laughing while Chase shrieks at the top of his lungs while clapping his hands.
Try as they might, the kids could no longer be patient after a while and so it was time for dessert … and by “kids“, I may mean “adults“, and by “dessert” I definitely mean “s’mores” … oh, yes. However, the kids (the real kids) aren’t big on s’mores yet (yes, I know, something is genetically wrong) so they got ice cream cones. Which probably made for better pictures anyway …
Not one to do things by half, my youngest ignored the “licking” concept and moved into the more intense ice cream consumption phase of trying to put the whole cone into his mouth.
Which didn’t really pay off as he ended up with more ON him then in him …
Please note the totally hair-tastic look of this child. Gracious, he’s going to hate this picture some day! However, for his mother, it will always be a work of art.
Hope you all made the most of your day and enjoyed it!
Have a funny Memorial day story or pic? Feel free to post it below!
Here’s what happened: On the morning after the blizzard, Bob was home (as was half the state). There were 3-foot-high drifts around our cars and we suddenly saw this neighbor trying to dig her little car out of the snow. I should probably mention … since we have an outside service at our condo for snow removal, none of us keep shovels …something you really wouldn’t consider until you’ve spent 45 minutes unearthing your car with your floor washing bucket. Anyway, if I remember correctly, she was using her windshield scraper to try and clear out the parking space. What stood out to us was that she was wearing scrubs. We figured she must be a nurse on her way to a hospital, so Bob had grabbed his coat, found a garbage can lid, and went to help her scoop the snow away from her car. She got in to back out, got out of the space, and Bob came back inside. End of story … or not?
