How To: A Lewiston 4th

Stake out a great stretch of parade-front property and look adorable for the old folks' band:

Scout out the best suppliers:

Patiently wait out the non-candy throwing types {like mini horses driven by mini humans}:

Enlist someone like Jeff to shout something polite, but witty and attention-grabbing, into the megaphone so as to direct all candy throwing northward {sorry, folks on the south side of the street}:

Watch your head while taffy, Tootsie Rolls {sometimes frisbees and dangerously, bottles of water} are thrown:

Scramble and gather:

Survey the goods:

Make friends with a grown-up who will be helpless against your adorableness - this grown up will collect all the pieces that make it past the barricade of 5-year olds and add them to your stash:

There are few things that make my year like a 4th of July spent in Lewiston, Utah. After racing the parade into town {there is one street into town, and it's the parade route. don't even think about trying to get to the parade after it starts.} and a loop around the carnival "uptown," we headed to the farm for lunch, volleyball, soccer, 4-wheelers, homemade ice cream, swingsets, hot tubbing, delightful conversation among cousins and a staged photo with sisters. 

 {i adore this series of noah attempting to get one past the girlies...}

 {...and syd takin' him to town!}

{these gals mean business.}

This city cousin also attempted to drive a dirt bike on the farm. It looks so easy! A banged up wrist, scratched up hand and Phillips head {or as I like to refer to it, Wilson...} brand on my leg from an unfortunate collision in the corn fields later... I'm here to say it's not as easy as it looks.

 Oh, Lewiston - I'm in love.