Baby's 1st stovepipe-uncle Sam hat.
Lucy and Izzy on the decked out scooters.
Proud to be an American...
Lagos on parade.
Thank heaven for nice, cool, sunny weather this last Friday on the fourth. Last year I was so miserable I think I changed clothes 3 times due to sweat saturation. We went to the Bothell parade where Lucy rode Scooty and Rowan rode Daddy through the streets. Deborah (Lucy's mom), Jen and I sat from the sidelines and watched as the dads with all the kids got closer and closer...ever enfringing on our fleeting moments of being child free for those 45 minutes :)
Afterwards Rowan and I went to my aunt & uncle's house for a barbeque, were I ate like a queen and had a feast of crab and brownies. I don't even know how many I had--I stopped counting at like six. Ryan came later, he was playing a show at Lake Sammamish on a dock, where he enjoyed shirmp the size of his fist. Needless to say, we ate well on the 4th.
p.s.- baby and I took the bus again, and it went much smoother.
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