This is probably my favorite parade photo opportunity, kids lined up on the curb eagerly waiting tootsie rolls to be chucked at them. Thankfully, they've really cut back on candy at parades. I've always thought it was really cruel to the parents to get the kids sugared up at 10:00A.M. on a holiday that most people spend at someone elses house for an afternoon picnic, just as your kid is crashing from the sugar high.(never a pretty situation)
Hunter has never really been much of a dancer. He does, on occasion, do silly dances and he really loves music. Hunter and the babies really like this goofy, semi-creepy but good message type show called Yo Gabba Gabba. There are these intermitten blips of kids dancing throughout the show. The kids say my name is so and so and I like to dance. Hunter( an extremely rational child) says "The only thing these kids like to do is dance, that gets boring after a while." The above picture is Hunter refusing to dance to the bagpipers.
This is one of my favorites of the day. Hunter and Tom are both wearing Tom's Army issued hats, watching hummers and jeeps full of soldiers roll by and clapping for their service. This photo is a reminder to me that had Tom not had a congenital knee defect and been discharged in basic training for it, Hunter would not have been born. I'm quite thankful that Tom never had to go to Iraq, which would have been a certainty. Ironically, the guys driving by in the picture are members of what would have been his unit.
Hunter loved the Civil War reenactors(Mr. Hague and sons). The shots they fired were quite loud and scared the kids half to death. Then, of course, they wanted them to shoot again.
Back at my mom's house, Olivia pilfered a pear from the fruit bowl on the table and proceeded to try out her new choppers. Four of her top teeth are cutting at once and it makes her food possibilities endless.Gryffin preferred to chomp on his hand as usual. Although, he is finally starting to come around and eat more solids. He has days where he'll eat a few meals and days where he only wants to nurse. He hates all green vegetables and even when I try to sneak them in with other food, he spits out the green veggies and eats everything else.(Note the dirty, chubby little feet tops from crawling around everywhere and getting into mischief)