It’s June in Minnesota, so it feels a little odd to be wearing hooded sweatshirts and camo jackets at a BBQ and parade, but no point in staying inside — especially when there are third cousins to be met. So pop up the lawn chairs, throw out some pasta salad and a bag of Doritos, and get your wavin’ arm ready…
Ziggy has two female cousins on Grandpa Bob & Aunt Bonnie’s side. It didn’t get old watching them squabble over whose turn it was to hold him. He slept so soundly curbside that not even the firetrucks or marching bands could wake him. I’m telling you: the boy loves loud noise, a warm body next to him, and plenty of people taking a turn to walk him around. In Ziggy’s heaven, it’s probably some sort of version of the Rose Bowl Parade.
“So THIS is family?” Ziggy loved snuggling in Zach’s arms.
Like I said, it’s June. This picture makes no sense whatsoever for the time of year. Sigh. Oh well. Perhaps we’ll get sun tomorrow. Today it’s family and getting hit in the head with Tootsie Rolls. Good enough for us.
CLOVER PUCK 