The last time we went to the Dragon Boat Festival, Mike was rowing in it with his rugby team and I was pregs with Will. I remember spending a lot of time making sure Curly-top didn't fall into the Cumberland or run after the 5 million dogs that attended the festivities.
This year, we were all spectators, so we had man-to-man coverage and an extra pair of shoulders to sit on.
Unintentional shadow family portrait.
So many people out enjoying a jewel of a day!
Soon, the peeps were refreshed and back in action, ready for sliding down the riverbank.
They progressed into rolling down the hill. Straight into people's tents.
We brushed off the grass and went off to craft some paper dragons. Some of us (ahem) posed with the prop dragon boat. Others of us were getting tired and cranky.
We couldn't make it to the puppet show or take pictures in front of Grumpy's (for my dad, their Grumps), but we did get in some good ol' mandatory family fun.