It is almost time for me to go to bed, but I see that my weblog has returned.
A couple of weeks ago, we went to a parade. Our son loved the horses, fire engines, and getting candy. I don't recall seeing him having more fun.
Getting the candy:

Putting the parade candy into a bag:

Enjoying the parade:

Baby loves plastic animals. All day long he talks about, plays with, and pretends about his plastic animals. We found a bunch of plastic animals at Wal-Mart to add to his collection. They were 88-cents each.
In the cart:

At home: (Giraffe is absent, as he was in bed with baby.)
