4th of July was fun. We went to my sister in law's house for a barbecue. She lives in American Canyon - how could we celebrate the fourth anyplace else?
Old baby was a crack up the whole time. He was eating some cheese, and wanted another piece. I told him he could go to the table and get another one. He came back with a brownie! He didn't eat much else, but of course wanted some cake. We didn't let him have any though. Oh the horrors! He kept calling a blue shed in the backyard a barn, and wanted to go see the cows.
At about 9:00 we packed up the kiddies in their strollers and headed down the street to a school where they were going to have a fireworks show. New baby fell asleep about three steps down the driveway. Old baby was riding in style with his favorite blanket on his lap like a little old man in a wheelchair. I let him run around pushing his stroller while we waited for it to get dark. I am amazed at how far he will travel away from me now, turning around every now and again to see where mommy is. I did have to go hunt him down after he started to get too far away!
He couldn't wait for the fireworks to start. We were all getting comfortable, and every now and again you could hear some fireworks go off in the surrounding neighborhoods. A particularly loud POP! went off near by. Old baby said "bless you, mommy". Thanks kid!
The very first firework went off kind of suddenly, and I'm afraid I reacted a bit too strongly too it. Old baby covered his eyes and started crying. Not a real serious cry, but he absolutely refused to take his hands away from his face. I did however catch him taking peeks through his fingers! He moved out of the stroller and hugged me, wrapped in his blanket. He turned his head so he could look at his daddy. The colors of the fireworks were reflecting off of daddy, and that is how he watched the fireworks this year. I thought it was perfectly fine.
New baby slept through pretty much all of it. He only made noise twice, and went right back to sleep each time. On the way home, old baby was holding this green glow-stick on his lap. New baby was wearing a navy blue hooded sweatshirt, and the light reflecting off his face made him look a bit like the emperor from Star Wars!
Old baby was a crack up the whole time. He was eating some cheese, and wanted another piece. I told him he could go to the table and get another one. He came back with a brownie! He didn't eat much else, but of course wanted some cake. We didn't let him have any though. Oh the horrors! He kept calling a blue shed in the backyard a barn, and wanted to go see the cows.
At about 9:00 we packed up the kiddies in their strollers and headed down the street to a school where they were going to have a fireworks show. New baby fell asleep about three steps down the driveway. Old baby was riding in style with his favorite blanket on his lap like a little old man in a wheelchair. I let him run around pushing his stroller while we waited for it to get dark. I am amazed at how far he will travel away from me now, turning around every now and again to see where mommy is. I did have to go hunt him down after he started to get too far away!
He couldn't wait for the fireworks to start. We were all getting comfortable, and every now and again you could hear some fireworks go off in the surrounding neighborhoods. A particularly loud POP! went off near by. Old baby said "bless you, mommy". Thanks kid!
The very first firework went off kind of suddenly, and I'm afraid I reacted a bit too strongly too it. Old baby covered his eyes and started crying. Not a real serious cry, but he absolutely refused to take his hands away from his face. I did however catch him taking peeks through his fingers! He moved out of the stroller and hugged me, wrapped in his blanket. He turned his head so he could look at his daddy. The colors of the fireworks were reflecting off of daddy, and that is how he watched the fireworks this year. I thought it was perfectly fine.
New baby slept through pretty much all of it. He only made noise twice, and went right back to sleep each time. On the way home, old baby was holding this green glow-stick on his lap. New baby was wearing a navy blue hooded sweatshirt, and the light reflecting off his face made him look a bit like the emperor from Star Wars!
posted by Robyn at
4:06 PM
1 Comments:
What a sweet story.
Love to you all.
And LP is bringin' them boys up right. Bless you mommy, indeed.
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Kingfisher, at 12:42 PM
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