Holiday weekend

We like going to Grandpa and Grandma Packard's house for the fourth of July. Really, we like going there anytime. The kids love sleeping in the basement, getting to watch tv, Grandma's malts, the smell of the house, and of course in the summer the swing and the creek. But for the fourth of July, the kids love the candy parade.

Small town Inkom, ID has a great parade for kids; all the neighborhood peeps who want to join on tractor, truck, horseback, atv, motorbike, wagon, float, and throw candy to the audience. The kids end up with a plastic sack of candy, which they trade, haggle, and hoard. or eat as much as possible if you're Cameron. They love it. I could leave it.

Another thing they love is the soda; they  must have gone through more than 10 soda in one day between the kids and RD

The kids line up in front of the house, plastic sacks and drinks ready. Aubree wasn't too sure about hanging out, with the loud noise and large vehicles, but then she figured out they were throwing candy, and immediately got to work unwrapping, gnawing on it in the wrapper if she couldn't quite get it all off soon enough. She eventually got down and went out gathering, shrieking if she thought someone was going to take her candy. The other kids were very kind and helped her find it.

Bree was ecstatic to have a whole bag of candy, and was going down on it. When we finally took it away she screamed for a good 20 minutes. I was having yuletide doubts about the parade. The other kids, knowing our tyrannical habits of confiscating the candy after a substantial amount has disappeared, weren't as vocal in opposition as Aubree. But they incessantly ask for more, while Aubree was thereafter oblivious to the memory.

We still have four bags in our cupboards.