Sarah and I rode our bikes in the Pioneer Day parade in Spring City, with Nora in the baby seat. The whole thing was awesomely ridiculous (and ridiculously awesome), but I think the best part was riding past my dad and hearing him shout to the crowd around him, “That’s my granddaughter! That’s my granddaughter!”

Something about being in a small town and with family just makes you feel more patriotic. Happy fourth of July!

While we were in Spring City, Sarah let Nora have some dangerous solo computer time.

Also, every time I use Sarah’s camera, I’m more jealous of it. Thanks, Sar!