Cora would want you to know that she wasn't smiling here. Not one Ioana, not for a second. Quinn sat on her hand.
Quinn was over the trauma at this point - Cora wanted it to be clear that trauma had been inflicted.
We got to Seven Farms just as the parade was going by. I had brought the single-wide and planned for Cora to walk (Landon met us there much later), but realized that we were a) still pretty far from the main event, and b) the best way to get there was to hop in the parade. They were WAY less miserable then they looked here. In fact, I'd describe the parade as pretty fun. By this pic they were ready to get out. That's my blanket and picnic basket on top.
By the way - take notice of Cora's beloved "ups". Grandma M bought those summer of 2012, and Cora's wore these shoes every single time we've let her ever since. They've been her favorite. We cut the strap off the back when she first outgrew them, and tried to replace them as her feet have grown, but all other shoes paled in comparison to her "ups". They broke last week. Landon glued to appease her, but they quickly gave way. Ah, "ups", we'll miss you rascals.
Back to the festivities...
The Groeber kids are 6, 4, 2, and on-the-way, with their younger three perfectly aligned with our kids. The Sullivan's perfectly align with the Groebers, and Kate and Cora have become fast friends.
I love little girls!
There was free face painting. Cora and her daddy waited in line for, seriously , hours (at least one hour) to get her face painted. From the look on her face, it was totally worth it.
Folks were nice enough to let Quinny take advantage of Cora's patience for some quick arm art.
She was really proud, too.
It's never lost on me the sacrifices that were made, especially by our grandfathers and great-uncles, in order to secure our freedom to do things like sit in a field and enjoy a breeze and a glass of wine and some watermelon and cheese and a local shmokle band.
Ah, the wonder of it all. Dusk fell and the fireworks began and my two were delightful.
I didn't get other pics. Quinn liked the show, but this year, Cora loved it. Absolutely loved it. There were comments about the colors and her favorites and which ones she thinks daddy likes and exclamations for Quinny to look and questions about whether fireworks come from fire... I didn't grab my phone to capture her face (I doubt I could have anyways) but there was a look of complete wonder.
Fireworks timed to patriotic music.
Pregnant with munchkin #3 while holding a sweaty-from-play munchkin #1 with my very best friend a few feet away holding munchkin #2.
Very grateful.
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