Once there was this weekend that wouldn't end

No seriously, it wouldn't. By the time Monday rolled around, we were spent.

Amelia was able to walk in one of our local parades and throw out taffy to the masses with her friends and her friends father. They rocked those D.A.R.E. shirts.

We waited for her to walk by and throw candy to our masses.

Hot husband. No really. He was hot.

Throwing candy.

The parade didn't start until 11:00. Crazy time to start a parade. We were dumb enough to think that we could get to our super awesome friends house for our annual 4th of July water party/picnic by 1:00. Um, no.

But we rushed there and were there by 2:00. I think they still like us.

Then we booked it home to get to another BBQ in our new hood by 6:00. No pictures. And we were going to go with our new hood to fireworks. But the parents in this house were exhausted. So we promised our kids massive amounts of sugar if they would watch a movie and crash on the couches with us. Mission accomplished.

We didn't feel to bad about that because the next day we were heading to the capital of where all fireworks are sold. They aren't illegal in this neighboring state. We headed to the ballpark...aka...the war zone with all of my sisters and parents.

The entire city looked like this.

On Monday we headed to a party hosted by some friends from our old neighborhood. No pictures from that either. Just imagine the worlds largest slip and slide and very wet children...and parents.

If you were wondering. That's where it ended.