A fun morning...
We went to the Coppell Fourth of July Parade yesterday morning. It was hot as blazes out there! The first time I've really minded the heat since we've been here. We parked near the fire station and walked over to the parade route. As we passed the fire station, we decided to go in so Luke could have a look at the fire trucks. He even got to sit in one and pretend to drive for a few minutes!
After we dragged him away from the fire house, he whined and moaned about not getting to still drive the fire trucks, until we heard the band playing on their way down the street. We sat in the median on Parkway to watch the parade. The grand marshal was George Dunham of The Ticket.
No matter how loudly Luke and I yelled, "Jub Jub! Jub Jub!" George did not turn our way. I was bummed. Anyway, there were some neat old cars and trucks in the parade, including this old fire truck.
The CHS band played, too, and even though the music was definitely summertime, non-practiced, end of the parade in 100 degree weather quality, the band still brings tears to my eyes every time I see it!
This was probably Luke's favorite parade float, a red Farmall tractor. I thought it was neat that it was a Farmall, because I'm pretty sure that's what Jason's grandfather used to have on the farm.
The last thing we did before going home for lunch and naps was talk to this clown, who also happens to be a paramedic. I was shocked that Luke was not scared in the least of him.
There's another construction site where they're working on roads near our house. Daddy took him there, too, and he got to learn about maintainers and graders and haulers. 
They came home and Daddy had made Luke promise not to say anything until they showed us the pictures on Granddad's big TV. Once the pictures came up, Luke talked 90 miles a minute. Needless to say, he had a great time.
No matter how loudly Luke and I yelled, "Jub Jub! Jub Jub!" George did not turn our way. I was bummed. Anyway, there were some neat old cars and trucks in the parade, including this old fire truck.
The last thing we did before going home for lunch and naps was talk to this clown, who also happens to be a paramedic. I was shocked that Luke was not scared in the least of him.
Walking to the park with the Whitthornes, our fireworks watching buddies.
This year we sat across the lake from the fireworks. There was lots of room to spread out and to let Luke run around.
Luke gets a flag etiquette lesson from Granddad.
On the way to the park Luke said, "Mama, I am so excited to see these fireworks!" We got to the park just before dark. Luke got a little nervous when they turned the lights off at the ball field. Then the fireworks began, and though they weren't too loud, Luke was very apprehensive. He had to be convinced that the fireworks were not going to come all the way to him and burn him. As the show went on, he kept saying, "no, Mama, no! I don't want these fireworks. I want to go back to the house."
