Mustang Western Days

When you live in a smaller town, you have small town events. Such as Western Days.



The crowds lined both sides of the street for the mile-long parade.

We are blessed to live near some good friends. And we are doubly blessed that they love our kids and allow their sweaty little bodies to sit on them during the parade.

The parade was a nice, patriotic way to remember the events of September 11th.

The excitement was definitely at the beginning of the parade with the loud firetrucks, bands and athletic teams. Toward the end of the parade, it seemed anyone that had a car could participate.

One very.cool.dude.

The kids loved when the flag passed and everyone stood and applauded.

They both figured out very quickly to stand by the road and hold out your hand if you want candy from the walkers in the parade. They also got some high-fives from the football players.

Later in the afternoon we headed to the carnival (i.e. rides set up in a parking lot). We didn't care about the $5/person rides. We went for the funnel cake.

We were excited to introduce the one-time-a-year funnel cake to the kids.

Of course they were more excited to lick the powdered sugar off of it than to actually eat the cake. They'll learn.

We didn't make it to the rodeo this year, but there's always next time.