Parade

I have never been to a St. Patty's Day parade in Chicago.
To me it just seems like a reason to sit in traffic to go and drink too much. Apparently that is not the case for the "Northside" parade. I read in the paper that 23% of Bryan's neighborhood is Irish. The parade went on forever and we didn't stay for the whole thing. It was cold out.

It is in Bryan and Mary's neighborhood. Actually 4 blocks from their house - so Mike and I drive in on Sunday early.
One
To get a parking spot out front of the Flory house.
Two
To hug and kiss and play with the grandkids.

 Three
To see a Chicago parade.
Roger wanted to sit in the front, but he clearly did NOT fit. We got him convinced that the back was better. whew!

 Just a few short blocks down Newburg and we had a prime spot to see the parade, granted it was cold and some people stayed home.

 Luke snuggled down and slept the whole time. He had a rough night and was tired.

 Roger's first parade. Daddy held him for awhile, but he was getting cold so he went back to the stroller.

 Otis Wilson. Now, I was excited to see him. Mary had no idea who he was. Huh? OK, She was born and raised in St. Louis.

 Roger sat in the stroller - trying to keep warm while Papa scooped up his candy and goodies. He was lovin' the suckers - so was his Mama - he could keep his gloves on. Did I mention it was cold out!

Four,
Roger has something to show us. He is now in a "big Boy" bed. His Grandpa Flory built him a "car" bed with real tires.
He let me climb into the bed with him to read a story before nap.