This entire week, I have been counting down the days until the Robin Hood Festival, an annual tradition in my little hometown of Sherwood. The parade grows longer and longer with every year that passes, the renaissance wear continues to be most unfashionable and the Fireman's chicken never ceases to tantalize my tastebuds.
This year, Londyn was all about the parade. She clapped, waved and yelled "woohoo!" to all the floats and passersby. We are loving this age!