to kirsten's house for the parade

 She's right on the parade route, so we have to take advantage of this.  Plus, she's an excellent cook.

b.g is wearing his hearing protection in this picture.  (My Sweetie doesn't care about noise, obviously.)  But Dan is a thoughtful dad and knowing how parades stressed the kid out last year with their sirens and drumming, he bought the kid ear muffs.

It worked out.  He wore them and didn't wear them as he wished.  As Dan stated, it gave him control over the situation.

Nice.

She had the ear muffs on at points too, but here they're just using the old fashioned fingers-in-the-ears method.

 Him?  He's always sweet and fuzzy.

Cute girls soaking up the HEAT of the dang afternoon SUN.

 He can't even look up to see.

This girl is not part of our group, though we would claim her if ever necessary.  That fake skunk on a leash and the drummer sent her Welsh Corgi into some kind of maniac state. They finally gave up and went home at some point because of the dog's distress.

Oh yeah, him and me.  No we did not coordinate our outfits.  He put that on and said nothing to me.  I raced home from a real estate appointment and changed into shorts and a sleeveless blouse before running over to Kirsten's.   But by magic, we are twins.  (Sort of.  Not identical, just so you know.)

 And this beautiful girl has an appointment in the morning regarding her poor injured foot.

Can she give up the crutches?

She's super agile on them, but enough is enough, eh?

GOOD LUCK, m.c.

Thank you Kirsten for hosting all of us to this fun summer occasion.  It was fantastic.  love, MOM