Rooster Days {our annual trip to the parade}

We’ve gone to the Rooster Days Parade every year since Biggest Brother was 2 months old. It makes me feel like I live in a really small town…which I like.

…waiting patiently for us to get all our gear together so we could leave for the parade…

I find myself taking the majority of my pictures close up of the boys (like this one of Littlest Brother waiting in his stroller),

so I challenged myself to do more wide angles while at the parade…

The older boys broke it down when the band started coming their way. Big Brother really does have other shirts, he just prefers to wear this one every other day.

I gave up a long time ago trying to convince him otherwise…or trying to hide it.

Littlest Brother was mezmorized by the parade

“Look there’s Papa!” Chris’ dad tried to convince the boys to ride with him, but they were afraid of missing out on the ice cream BlueBell passes out.

BlueBell IceCream…the real reason we go to the parade every year. So much better than candy.

It started raining towards the end, so the boys hid under our blanket…they came out quickly when they realized they were missing out on candy being passed out.

We then walked home…which I am beginning to feel like is our own version of a parade for our neighbors.