I didn't get any pictures of the other classes' costumes, but one involved a nylon orange jumpsuit (astronaut theme) in the 90-degree-92%-humidity heat. That was a happy crowd. Another (the good, the bad, and the orange) had harmonicas for the kids, which made parts of the weekend feel like the backdrop to a folk song. We bailed on the P-rade because the allure of a new ice cream place was too strong.
I was also overpowered by the urge to dunk the baby in the fountain.
Which did her in.
Here is our excellent reunions nest, where Dylan received her visitors:
She made friends with a very cranky 11-month-old during the ultimate game. She was cranky too, but only when she was alone with me or Aaron.
We had a great time, although the car time to non car time ratio was unpleasantly high. At one traffic light we were irritated by a honking truck until we realized he was saying hi to Dylan.Aaron refused to wear the Official Shirt while we were there, but oddly had no problem with it once we had left Princeton.
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