whee-uls and naaaaays

number 8 in my sibling line-up is mo, and just about every parade-y holiday she can be found all dolled up in a white button-down, kilt, torturous black shoes holding sweet drumsticks complete with little puffs on the ends. we can't get enough.



shua and i met up with maggie, nana, the great-nana and boompa yesterday to watch mo strut her stuff with her bagpiping, drum beating irish band. mark, taking his dual love of days off and sleeping past noon very seriously, opted to stay home.

there were trucks by the dozen filled with kids winging candy and little ponies pulling carts. shu took his job as spectator to heart. flag in one hand, disgusting "vanilla" tootsie roll in the other, he sat in mag's lap the entire 45 minutes.

there were only two words: whee-uls and naaaaays.