Our family band member has been busy these past couple weeks. He has been a part of two local parades and has an upcoming Christmas concert that he has been for. I hear the clarinet version of Jingle Bells on a nightly basis. I love it.
His first parade was right around Thanksgiving. Still nice and warm outside.
Our downtown is in the ghetto. We stood in front of one of the abandoned buildings and across the street from a local trailer park and laundromat. Classy.
James checking out the hood.
He also liked to chase the nasty pigeons off the abandoned building. It passed the time until the parade started.
He marches, he plays, and he chants. He did so good. He told me after that he was kind of nervous but it didn't show.
Parade numero dos wasn't quite as warm, but we were lucky enough to get our same spot. We came prepared with blankets, gloves, hats, and hot chocolate.
Choo Choo! The train had hydraulics on it that made it lift. I told you... ghetto.
Fire truck.
James loves parades because he got to pet a mini pony. The guy that was handling the pony just walked right over to us and let the boys pet him. So neat! My dang flash didn't work so the picture I got was completely black. Actually most of my pictures from the evening didn't make the cut. I need to take a class.
The second reason James likes parades is because he is obsessed with telling everyone Hi! and Bye! normally this gets a lot of weird looks when we are in Walmart and he says bye to everyone he passes. In the parade he got tons of waves back.
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