Or: the top of my long johns sure look funny sticking out of my "sits lower on the waist" jeans
I dressed the boys in pajama bottoms, sweat pants, 3 shirts, coat, hat, and gloves. Fortified with donuts from our neighborhood donut shop, we headed downtown for our 2nd annual viewing of Springfield's Christmas parade. It was at least 10 degrees warmer this year than last, and we had a much better spot for viewing. The boys were all about the candy, of course, and at this point (our 4th or 5th parade of the year) have become quite the little scavengers. They scored an obscene amount of candy and other goodies (Goofy gel clings! Warner Bros. bean bag toys!). The local politicians were out in full force. I shook hands with 2 mayoral candidates and waved to a couple other friends in the parade. Seeing Santa Claus at the end was anticlimactic compared to all the candy.
There's nothing sweeter than hearing two little voices say, "That was fun, Mom! Thanks, Mom, for taking us to the parade!"
Our first non-Daddy "Daddy Day" was a success.
Love the subtitle of this one.:)
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