A Small Town Christmas

Tonight was the annual Smiths Grove Christmas Parade, and the theme was "A Small Town Christmas." It couldn't have been more perfect for the community we call home.

I volunteered to take Radar The Weather Dog and go since we could make it a family event. Our church is there and so is Eli's daycare, so it's fun for him to get some attention...and he loves it!

As always, Eric drove. This year Eli was big enough to sit in the back with me and Radar. The three of us waved from the station car and through out lots of candy. Even though we ran out way too early we really did buy a ton. Eli just didn't understand how to conserve it. Oh well, maybe next year!

I have to brag on my hubby for a minute because he made the NBC and CBS lights you see on the car. I'll show you more later this weekend, but it was a BIG project he took on just for me. Goodness, I love that man!

This is a horrible picture, but since it's the only one of me and Radar, I though I would show you. He is terrified of load noises, so a parade is a bit traumatic for him, poor guy!

Plus, I'll remember how tiring it was being 26 weeks pregnant and taking on so many holiday activities. And you know what? I wouldn't change it for the world!

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