We love a parade

Here we are at the parade. Aren't these two the sweetest? James just walked up to Will and gave him a big squeeze, proving that it doesn't matter how much he torments him, he really does love his little brother :)

Let's do some fun photo observations:
-- Notice that no parade would be complete without a long-haired, wife-beater wearing, tattooed person sitting in front of you.
-- We've basically been sitting in the same spot for the parade for the last 28 years of my life.
-- Across the street is a sad reminder of where Laney's used to be before it burned down. It was there that I held the NBA jam record and was undefeated at air hockey.
-- Oh look, a beautiful logo I designed and was never paid for on the black awning. Just reminds me of how honest I want to be with my fellow men.
-- My boys are already tanner than I will ever be.
-- What you are not seeing in this picture is a miserable, teething Tommy who is doing his best to make it through.
-- What you are also not seeing is a miserable, too-hot-to-be-outside mommy who remebered parades being a lot more fun as a child.

Here's to making new memories for my little ones :)