Julia's first fourth of July, that is. We went to the Griffith parade Friday morning. I knew Highland's twilight parade would be too late for her and she'd be crabby. So we got up early on the fourth and walked with Nana to Broad St.
Nana, Kristen & Julia
I was so glad, one of the first groups in the parade was handing out flags so Julia got one to wave. And she loved waving it!
She also got a popsicle from Karla on our church's VBS float. We didn't open it, but she could've cared less. That popsicle didn't know what hit it! She kept at it until it was completely melted and I finally confiscated it for fear that she would destroy it with her new sharp teeth. 
Julia & Papa. Is that not precious?
Mesmerized by the parade.
This was the face she made for the fire trucks. She never cried.
Kristen took this one herself. Love it!
The bib says, "My Papa's a Policeman"
My Grandpa Gulley met us at Cracker Barrel where we sit to watch Highland's fireworks. Julia got her first "ride", which was actually only a "sit", on Grandpa's bike.
John came from work and met us there. Finally, a family photo for the 4th.
Shhh... it's a secret!
1 comment:
These are some of my favorite pictures yet of little miss julia! She's wearing her Jeeping bonnet! Awwwwwww.
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