Lots of pictures were taken, but I think that there was a fingerprint on my camera lens or something because they all have a weird, blurry glow.
We watched the parade in true white trash form: on our sheet-covered couch, parked at the curb.
Gwen found some cool big girls to hang around with who taught her to yell (somewhat obnoxiously) "honk your horn!" at every car and truck that passed by.The fireworks didn't start until nine, which may as well be 2 in the morning for our kids who normally go to sleep at 7:30. Gwen looooved them.
Logan was able to enjoy them more after Ryan figured out that he needed his ears covered. If the hands were taken off the ears, Logi's little hands would find his and place them back over said ears. It was a cute enough gesture to make up for his general bad attitude that evening.