It sort of bothers me that everyone calls the holiday "the 4th of July" because it skips over the most important part--our nation gaining its independence. In order to set the world straight, I'll call the holiday by its actual name on my blog. I expect the ripple effects from that to be both immediate and enormous...
Zay says "Look at me! I'm holding matches!" Not really. I don't remember what he was excited about, but I do remember he was much too excited to look at the camera. My kids are even sort of wearing red, white, and blue! Grandma Atkinson gave Isaiah that shirt for his 3rd birthday. Perhaps I should update his wardrobe? Whatever, it still fits. And besides, that bare midriff look is coming back in style anyway. I bought Eliza this outfit ages ago and she'd just about outgrown it when a friend gave me a bag of hand-me-downs that included the same outfit in the next size up! Perfect!
My kids have a love/hate relationship with sparklers. Or maybe a love/fear relationship would be more accurate. But Eliza was brave enough to do a couple of them.
Jerel, bursting with excitement as usual!
I don't remember what the two different faces were for, but I liked both of them!
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