I am not sure if it is the barbeques, the family time, the swimming, or just the great childhood memories, but I love Independence Day. I think it has become my favorite holiday of the year. In preparation for the big day I tried to teach Parker and Abby some patriotic tunes. I found that every single one I would sing, there was a line or two I would have to hum or make up words to. Even Yankee Doodle! (What is the last line....whip the girls be handy?...That cant be right.) I really need to brush up before next year.
Lets just say that we rocked the 4th this year. In a nutshell, we swam and swam, attended my "nephew" Indy's baptism, ate some great carne asada imported from Yuma (pretty patriotic huh?), watched a movie outside on a huge blow up screen, and then pretty much trashed a driveway full of streamers and poppers and other miscellaneous 4th of July toys. I think Taylor enjoyed those popper things more than the kids did. Everytime I turned he would throw them at my feet. Aparently it is hilarious to both 2 year olds and 30 year old boys alike to watch me jump at 9 months pregnant. I am glad I provided some great father and son bonding time for them.
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That is too funny Sheri, Aaron and his brothers were also WAY more into the poppers than the kids. Looks like you guys had a fun 4th. Glad to hear everything is going well with the baby! Hang in there. I decided going into labor naturally is not all its cracked up to be. At least I got to take a shower and put on makeup before I went in!
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