Milena's Parade
Milena turned 4 last week (July 3), and the city of St. Peter had a big parade the next day in celebration of her big day. As you can see here, Milena is ready to go!
A fire truck. There were a lot more than just this one, but I'll spare you the repitition.
Grandma Karen, Grandpa Gary and Grandpa Larry all came along to Milena's Parade with us. While Karen bravely watches the children, the old men are nowhere to be seen.
In honor of Milena's Guatemalan heritage, a fat white man dressed up as an indian chief and handed out beads.
Kelson watches Milena's Parade intently.
Koleman watches Milena's Parade intently.
Oh, Eli was along as well. However, he got scared right away and spent the rest of the time in the porch of the house we were at.
What Would Jesus Drive? A yellow Ford Mustang convertible with his name in foot high font on the side, naturally.
And, conveniently, Jesus would have his own band following him wherever he drives. Here you can see that they are playing Stairway to Heaven.
No parade is complete without a hearse. And, if you have a hearse...
... you need to have a freaky zombie guy with buggy eyes handing out candy. He's my new best friend.
And here's the place where we watched the parade. We had friends who lived along the parade route who put down a huge tarp on their boulevard to keep nasty people away from us. In their house they had bagels, cream cheese, salmon, fruit, drinks - definitely the way to view a parade. There are a few things of note in this picture. First, Eli has become brave enough to come close to the street. Second, the two grandpas found a nice relaxing spot in the shade, safely away from both the sun and children. Third, you can see one of my favorite professors from college. And lastly, you can't see Milena. I think she went to steal some kid's juice box. Hey, it was her parade, she should get to have some fun.
3 comments:
I think with enough beer and a headdress, I could be the chief.
Hey, we know that big fat white guy dressed as an Indian chief. Be careful of the townies you make fun of...Aside of his job as an Indian chief, he also happens to be a police reserve (AKA rent-a-cop).
Sorry. I should have called him a "pleasantly plump caucasian fellow." My bad. By the way, "T & A"? Are you sure that's what you want people to call you guys? :-)
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