4th of july

For the first time in almost 15 years, Scott and I didn't spend the 4th of July in Lake Powell. Very strange. That place has a vibe that is addictive and when you can't be there, you get a little twitchy. We made do with a boating day at Jordanelle. The water was 55 so we did a quick jump in and out. Tagg thought that was pretty funny so he made Scott do it 3 times. Poor guy. He might finally be recovered! Sloane still doesn't like her life jacket but she finally succumbed to the soothing vibrations of the boat and napped for awhile under a homemade tent of sarongs, beach towels and a lifejacket.

We went to a fabulous small-town parade in Park City on Monday. Any time you can wrap a truck in blue tarps, stick a sculling boat on top with a few bored 15 year olds "rowing" and call it a float, I think you're set. Tagg really liked the horses, the fire trucks and the skier, snow boarders who were doing tricks on a trampoline.

Our friends Jen and Chris have a friend with this amazing place right on Main Street. It was huge! Like huge, huge. We had expected this little, bitty yard and were treated to a place that was practically a park. There must have been a coupe of hundred people there over the course of the parade.

Cookies! Cupcakes! Anything with red, white and blue sprinkles? Tagg was all over it! Treats and water balloons make a three year old pretty happy...even without a nap!