Vivian's focus last year was all on the beautiful dresses (I want to be her ... and her ... and her ...). Of course, all those beautiful women she pointed out weren't actually womean ... minor detail ;)
This year, she was all about the things she found on the street. Bits of feathers from boas, bead necklaces, paper streamers. I'm curious to see what will tickle her fancy next year.
We took the train "dahntahn" and then joined the marchers that were lining up. Actually, we hovered in the shade as much as we could, because it was most definitely too hot for this. Annelee spent most of the march in her stroller wondering why on earth we had taken her down there. Vivian was happy finding things. Will and I enjoyed the scenery and atmosphere, but wished it was cooler.
After the parade, we rode the T to Station Square, had a late lunch at Bar Louie and then headed home. We got home shortly before 4pm, Annelee had yet to nap, so we stuck her in bed, Will went to lie down, I curled up on the couch and initially, Vivian was bouncing around the living-room, but she, too, curled up with me pretty soon and we all napped until about 5.30pm. What a nice lazy afternoon after the busy start to the day.
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| An inauspicious start |
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| At least one of them was happy |
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| My favorite of the day, Will and Vivian dancing and twirling in the street |
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| Some things just don't change ... |
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