We couldn't have asked for a more wholesome, all-American fourth of July. We kicked it off with a very sweet kiddie parade at Aunty Sally's house (actually we kicked it off with a crazy stressful morning trying to get out of the house, but hey, let's sugar coat a little here), then a huge neighborhood picnic, where Bella was weirdly fascinated by the dunk tank--for like, AN HOUR. It was all very Norman Rockwell and it was just the kind of fourth I pictured with little kids.
Our cutie pie niece, Lily.
Ready for the parade! Look at little Emily, holding her own pinwheel.
See, it's a real parade--with a fire truck and everything!
Running through the fire truck spray! Let's go!
Emily, all star-spangled and squinty. Cute as usual.
I forgot to mention the pinata. It was reinforced so more kids could have a turn--it made a steel ringing sound when you hit it with the metal bat. Somebody really knew what they were doing.