100th post! Happy 4th!

Hanging out with Daddy before the parade started.

With Mommy.

We didn't bring chairs, and you can only sit so long on hard cement. This amused Raymey.

The Frisch's Boy was so amazing, and so strangely proportioned...she couldn't stop staring.
The night before we went to a celebration where we heard Huey Lewis and the News live, but from very, very far away. There was a little Back to the Future theme going on because we also saw 8 Deloreans, one of which had a flux capacitor. We didn't have our camera and were sad that we didn't get a picture. Lo and behold it showed up at the parade the next day! It really was cool!

Quick, get it before the big kids! She held her own!

Got the flag and a huge wad of bubblegum. Nothing beats a parade! (Shannon, do you like our candy bag? What a multi-functional gift you gave us!)

Eating Humble Pie...

When I was pregnant with Madeline I had a very sensitive stomach. One day Raymey was telling me that when he was little he thought that making "ends meet" was a kind of food. It made me gag and I told him to stop talking about it. I'm sure he thought I was crazy, and he kept trying to tell me he wasn't talking about food, but I wouldn't hear it. It still grossed me out!
Now, being in the 1st trimester again I'm back to the sensitive stomach. I think it is really funny how you wish you could escape food, but it is always haunting you in one way or another. I was reading a book this afternoon, and an embarrassed girl said she could only eat so much humble pie. For some strange reason I started imagining a delicious, flakey, salty, and hot pie. So, I think you know it is bad when an idiom sounds yummy. By the way, I looked up humble pie and it is an actual kind of pie made out of gross stuff like heart, liver, and other entrails. Needless to say, my previous craving has withdrawn.