We had a great 4th of July. I was still very much on the train of sickness *. We had been invited to 3 parties but there was no way that was going to happen so we opted out of the first two and spent the day having a little R&R. We did manage to go to Chili's for lunch and had the Chicken Enchilada Soup for the first time (I know, Ethan, you are right). I then convalesced until the last moment when it was time to head to the Jones house for a BBQ. Our friend, Andrew had also just graduated from the Fire Academy so it was a joint party and it was huge. Since I was still feeling crappy it was easy to take it easy and just sit back. Rich decided that it was 1. too cold 2. too late to stay for the fireworks so we went home. Baby Dayne took a power nap on the way home so both of the kids were still up when the Livermore fireworks started. We headed the park next to our house and enjoyed a family night of freezing fireworks (rich had on his parka---the one he used to wear in UT when he walked Oakley).
All and all it was a great day. My kids looked darling in there patriotic attire. Baby Dayne wore the dress that Rich bought in 2002. Some day we DID have a girl and she WAS able to wear it, 4th of july style.
* Note-to-self. When you call your mom and cry, "I'm dying." Don't do it with a ear dropping 4 year old in the room. Crewe has been concerned about my death all weekend.