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We spent most of our vacation time in Boulder but the last couple days we were in Golden, Colorado. Brian had worked there and it’s conveniently close to Denver. Golden is a cute little western town and it just happened to be celebrating it’s 150th year when we were there. So we got to watch a great small town parade – call me pathetic but I get teary-eyed at parades. It happened last summer at the Tawas 4th of July parade too. I think it’s the loud noise combined with the sweet, small town enthusiasm that makes me emotional. Here are some of the highlights from the parade – try not to get choked up..

One thing that was not a highlight was the Coors brewery float. Golden is the home to Coors – it’s a huge brewery located right along the picturesque river that goes through the town. You’d think that they would have a big impressive display for the parade that celebrates the town that they are a huge part of. No, they had a lame truck bed with some employees in sweatshirts, some neon fringe around the edge and a dinky Coors sign on the back. Don’t they at least have an oversized beer can laying around to throw on the truck. Golly.

We’re having a mostly good time here in Boulder. Our hiking and gazing at the mountains has been interupted only sometimes by two-year-old tantrums and rainy weather. I’ve learned that the people out here are serious about their recreation. Here are a few photos.
The cute-as-a-button little cottage we are staying in:

Bea dragging Daddy down the mountain:

Waving to Mommy:

Relaxing:

I made these bloomers from the Heather Ross book today. Bea has been into wearing dresses lately so she needed a pair of diaper covers to go under them. It’s no fun to be walking down the street and hear “mommy, my diaper fell off” trust me. The pattern called for elastic thread for the leg openings. Elastic thread is new to me but it turned out to be pretty easy to use. My little model was uncooperative – so here are the little booty covers (as Brian called them) on a hanger.



I had been meaning to post this video of Jenna a while back but I couldn’t figure out how to rotate it without upgrading my software ($$$). Then last night we were watching the Red Wings play and Bea was doing this strange little dance with a wide stance. We were cracking up and we couldn’t figure out what she was doing – then it dawned on us – she was pretending to ice skate. The way we were laughing so hard reminded me of all the laughing that we did when we saw Jenna in this video.
Lately, I feel like I am so lucky to be able to move at Bea’s pace. We spend our days with very few deadlines. If she wants to linger over picking out a shirt in the morning or if we have to have an impromptu coloring session – it’s OK. I realized how slow we move over the weekend when Brian started to get antsy as she was walking down the stairs all by herself. He had to fight his urge to scoop her up and plop her in the car. I realize more and more that everything she does is an experiment. She lets sand run through her fingers, she blows bubbles in her bath, she drags sticks behind her, she stomps in puddles, she examines every bit of dirt and rubbish on the sidewalk – I wonder to myself what it would be like to experience these things for the first time. She doesn’t even know yet that it’s a good thing to lick the spoon when you’re making cookies.



