Ant Mecca and the Anti-unicorn-ite

Here are highlights from our local July Fourth parade, at least the ones I was able to capture on film between being bitten by ants. Apparently my legs are some kind of Ant Mecca. All ants of the world must strive to bite them before they die.

One of the spectators handed their two year-old boy up to this guy on stilts to the left and they danced around for a couple of minutes.

Festive parade participants:

            

The boys slept through the fireworks display going on half a mile from our house. But since we’ve decided to spend every government holiday rearranging our furniture, Jonah woke up to the sound of Jonathan’s drill. Turns out the wood at the bottom of one of our bookcases split – who knows how. (Jonathan maintains it’s because it was holding my book called The Unicorn.)

I go in to calm Jonah, who misinterprets “It’s okay, Dad is drilling” to mean “Emergency! Emergency! Someone is drilling into Dad’s skull!” and clawed for the door screaming bloody murder until I gave him visual proof that his Dad was okay. After a glass of milk (warm milk refused, milk must be cold!) and some intensive Dad-snuggling, Jonah goes back to bed. Benjamin stands up in his crib wanting a hug. He lays down and goes back to sleep.

Meanwhile Jonathan is in the living room singing “…killing me softly with her redecorating…”

The only furniture we rearranged was in the living and dining room rooms. All we’re missing now is a small rug for the boys’ play area and we’re finished. At least until Labor Day.