Second Fourth

Happy 4th, everyone! We had a lazy holiday. Well, as lazy as it can be with a toddler who wakes up at 5:30 am. Anyway, the day started off with our neighborhood parade. I thought Truman would be more into it this year, especially because last year he was only three months old (!), but I think he was just as mystified by the whole thing this time around.


Basically, anyone can be in this parade. It's made up of Boy Scouts, the local fire dept., people who own vintage cars, neighborhood kids, and even a vanload of residents from the nearby retirement home. Then, at the end, all of the spectators basically bring up the rear. And everyone who is in the parade throws candy to the spectators. So in this photo (above), Truman is about to be pelted by a bunch of Scouts throwing Dum-Dum lollipops.



Clearly parade power had gone to this little girl's head. And I'm not talking about the hat. As they went by, she was shouting orders at her parents and brother to pick up all the candy that was hitting the pavement.


Someone gave Truman a flag at one point. He took it off the stick and (gasp) let it touch the ground. Isn't that grounds for imprisonment? Being exiled?



A nice shot of T and Dad. As you can see, Truman looks mighty skeptical about the goings-on. (And sleepy.)



His stroller, post-parade.



Close up on the sun hat filled with candy and a few toys.