Christmas parade

Can't you see his enthusiasm?

Sanders, future fashionista

Curly-headed cuties, Hayes and Nate

My favorite part of the parade:

He's loving it!

When is this over, Mommy????

Some lovin' from Sanders always does the trick!

So I took Grayson to his first "real" parade on Sunday--our town's yearly Christmas parade, complete with every garbage truck in the county, the loudest fire engines they could find, a couple of high school bands, and of course, what's a parade without a couple of camels walking down the street? I was so excited to spend some time with Grayson---poor buddy hasn't gotten much one-on-one time with Mommy since his sister was born---and I thought the little truck-lover would be thrilled about the parade. Ummm....not so much. Grayson hated pretty much every bit of the parade and spent most of his time either with his head in my lap or telling me that he wanted to go home. He's now officially afraid of Santa, and keeps telling me, "I don't like Santa." The geniuses who planned the parade put Santa and Mrs. Claus on the final fire truck, which had its sirens and horn BLARING---which, in turn, had Grayson and several other toddlers around us fly up into their parents' arms. :)

The good news is that he quickly forgot about the traumatizing parade a few minutes after it was over when we went and had hot chocolate "with cream", as Grayson kept saying, and he was able to tell everybody he was drinking coffee. A little trip to the cute new candy shop for some jelly beans also seemed to do the trick.

I'm not sure when the next parade we'll attend will be....maybe in a few more years?