Shea and Rich marched in the Gettysburg parade. I don't have any pictures of them, because, well, I didn't watch from where my husband told me to- and it pains me to say this, but he was right and I was wrong, and as a result I only have pictures of girls' club watching.
It's mighty hard to take pictures of yourself and the kids when it's just you and the baby's in a backpack. Well, it's hard to take flattering pictures of yourself.
Not so hard to get good pictures of beautiful baby. Ignore the grumpy face. And my eyeball.
I'm willing to bet our parade had way more people in 1863-style dress than most of your parades.
It's not just limited to parade days though. We frequently have women in hoop skirts strolling around. I'm not kidding. It's kind of disconcerting sometimes.
We are north of the Mason-Dixon line. So... I don't know what's up with the Confederate General. Did you have one in your parade?
Atlee totally dug the parade. Even if she didn't get to see Shea.
And afterwards, we went to our friends' house for a yummy BBQ. There was watermelon.
Rich and Shea look all serious, but they had fun. See the dog in the background? His name is Clifford. He had fun, too. He has just eaten an unattended stick of butter. That's a good time for a dog.
Greeley on the go. Nothing special, she's just cute.
See her standing on the picinic basket to get to my knitting? Again, she's cute. We hope you had a good holiday weekend, too!