green water, gettin festive over hurr
right before that branch landed on his head :(
unnecessary sunscreen placement mom fail
my hot husband doing bike stuffs
This morning we biked to the St. Patrick's Day parade downtown. Henry has been talking about this for the past three days, even though his definition of "parade" is based on an Sesame Street book in which Cookie Monster, Big Bird, and Grover roller blade & skateboard through a park. I put a green necklace from my dresser on him and he ran into his room and grabbed two others to complete his ensemble. I love this kid.
Today Henry loved the marching bands and Irish dancers and probably all of the attention he was getting from people who had started drinking at breakfast. Strangers would say, "Hey! You're cute!" and he'd reply with a huge grin, "I'm doe-in to a parade!"