Every year on Thanksgiving Rob insists that we get up early, pack up the blankets and hot tang and head into town to yell at floats and marching bands as they pass by. Each year we arrive early to ensure that we have the "best" spot at the front of the crowd to yell random children's names in hopes that someone in the band of 100 has that name. We wait on the corner until the street is blocked off and stake our claim by spreading as many large blankets across the street as possible to make sure everyone in our group has a good view. We know we can always count on the Goulds to get there early and help grab the spot. Even when Bethany is pregnant, she will get that spot. There's no stopping her. This year, when we arrived, Sally (first timer) had already arrived with her son Cash and claimed a great spot on the curb, which meant no waiting for the street to get blocked off. It was a different spot than usual, but great none-the-less. But, it was in front of the ropes. We were all settling in, Jackson was getting his second meal of the day,
Jackson experienced his first parade as did Sally and Cash and a few other friends. We had a few no-shows as usual. The bed is awfully comfortable that early in the morning on Thanksgiving, so we understand. And Jackson debuted the turkey costume. Although it was 6-9 months, it was too short for his long body. It was supposed to cover his feet, but really looked more like capris. But, it worked. Fun was had by all. This is Jackson with his new friend Cash. They are holding hands - so cute.
I think this picture looks morbid.
This crazy lady snatched Jackson out of our hands and demanded that we take a picture of them together. I don't think she realized she'd never see the picture.
We had our typical "We've got turkey, yes we do, we've got turkey, how about you" shouting match with the other side of the street.
Chris did his usual yo-yo tricks, but not only did he get attention from the crowd - this year he was interviewed for tv. Click here for the segement.
Jackson took a little nap during the parade.
He also tried to drive us home.
Oh yeah - and Rob felt justified sitting on the front row (after years of guilt) because he has a baby.