Aaron and Diane took William and me to the Franklin Jazz Festival for Labor Day. We staked out a place on the steps of the old courthouse where there was a nice breeze and hung out to listen to the live jazz music.
The other good thing about our little spot was there was plenty of room for William to run around. And dance. And run around. And dance.
And we all did our fair share of chasing William around--and helping him go up and down the courthouse stairs.
William had a pretty good time, we all agreed. He didn't have to sit in his stroller the whole time (anathema for the busy toddler), and he liked the music. He clapped every time the rest of the audience clapped, too. And sometimes he was just moved by the music and clapped anyway.
And after the whole thing was over, we came home and ate barbecue with David and Mark. Not a bad ending for a nice day!