Since we got home from the cottage Meadow and Theo developed a deep chest cough. We took them to the doctor, but it turned out to just be a cold. The next day both Scott and I started feeling down. 
I felt pretty rundown the morning of the MayDay parade and thought I'd stay home. I ended up tagging along after seeing how much stuff Brooke would have to carry.
I didn't want to sit at home all day again and I thought the fresh air would do us good. On to the Mayday parade we went. 
We've been coming from over north and always sat near the beginning of the parade closer to Franklin Avenue. Since we came from our new place further south we ended up right by Lake Street.
Usually this area is packed when we walk by, I guess coming early meant prime seating.
When Meadow saw the skeleton coming down the street she said, "Hey it's the skeleton!"

This guy has been everywhere this year.
Every year the Grease Pit train gets bigger and bigger.
It's getting pretty outrage…