Tomorrow marks my one year blogging anniversary.
I figured this would be the perfect time to give you a glimpse of the past. More specifically, the time surrounding the 4th of July from years past.
The year we learned we could no longer do whatever we wished for the 4th. I remember walking around the neighborhood with my son chilling in the Bjorn carrier and saying hi to many of my neighbors.
We set up the pack ‘n play in our bedroom and blared music for him because his bedroom window faced the street and giant fireworks exploded and shook his windows, waking him up.
I learned the downside of personal fireworks this year…
My father-in-law came for a visit. I have no memory of what we did on the 4th, but know my son once again spent it sleeping in our room (or bathroom). The next day we sailed on the lake on our neighbors boat – our first times (for all) on a sailboat.
My son at almost 17 months was not a fan of his first life jacket.
The Tackler is younger than Lil Diva is now in these photos… How quickly they grow…
This year is very vivid, probably cemented in my mind from the unbearable heat. I was 7 months pregnant, and every day was over 100. We did the pool on the 3rd, family photos on the 4th, then partied in the sprinklers in the evening so we could enjoy the outdoors without passing out. My son sort of liked sparklers, loved the Roman candles, and ran in fear at anything else that made noise. He hated the loud firecrackers the older neighbor kids loved to set off.
But, he loved the watermelon we snacked on.
By dark, he hid inside in the bedroom overlooking the street, watching the bigger (and louder) fireworks.
To be continued…