We were all up really late the night before (too much Wii and Mario Galaxy!) so we had a hard time getting going early to the parade on Saturday morning. A big thanks to Craig who did manage to get down there early and rope off a spot for us. It was back from the road but we managed to squeeze the kids up on the curb. They decided to stand the whole time to be ready for candy so we all ended up moving to sit by the street.
The kids all got a pig mask from some Credit Union. They had a huge pig balloon in a cape as part of the float.
My kids are not aggressive enough to hold their own in the fight for the little candy that was thrown so James just came and sat back by me. Harrison would walk back and forth from the line of candy-crazed kids and the curb. He found some kids stash of candy on the empty chair next to us and would not leave it alone so we finally asked their parents to move it so he wouldn't eat it.
Only in a Utah parade would you see a float like this. This was my absolute favorite of the day- it was so realistic and the huge group of Polynesians walking in front were so energetic and enthusiastic. That's how all the parade participants should have been!
And don't forget the missionaries...
And lest we forget what holiday we were celebrating, this was the only "Pioneer" entry in the parade.
Harrison is my super hat wearer. He loves this hat. When it falls off he will pick it up and run to you and tug on your pant leg until you put it back on. When the wind blows and he feels it coming off he will clamp his hand over the top to hold it down. I love that I don't have to worry about his face being sunburned!
Julie and Craig's friend invited us all over to their house for dinner and watch the fireworks. They back right up to the field where the fireworks are launched so it was prime viewing. We had very restless kids in the afternoon so to kill time we went to feed the ducks at a local park. We ran out of bread pretty quick so we played on the toys. Harrison is getting to be quite the daredevil and was swinging from the bar over the slide.
There were so many kids at the dinner that they mostly tussled over who got to ride which bikes. After we ate we moved all the tables so they could have a bigger riding area. 
You know, when it comes to fireworks every time I think to myself my kids would really love the show and would be missing out if they didn't see them. We thought this in Disneyland and over the 4th of July and I didn't learn from those experiences. Here we were doing it again- keeping our kids up obscenely late just so they could fall asleep during the show and then be super cranky the next day. The fireworks in Spanish Fork were even worse because they don't start at dusk, they wait even longer until the rodeo is over so the fireworks are the big finish. This meant the show didn't start until about 10:45pm, a mere 3 hours past my kids bedtime. I wouldn't mind the late hour if James and Harrison enjoyed the show, or even showed mild interest, but they do neither. After the fireworks finally started James came over to me and complained the entire time about wanting his pajamas on and totally ignoring the amazing color explosions going on behind him. Harrison just wandered around climbing on and off chairs the whole time. Am I too hopeful to think that next year they will be older and it will be different? Time will tell.
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