4th of July

All day yesterday Steve and I were trying to decide whether to take the kids to today's town 4th of July parade.

On the one hand, A Parade! Fun! Candy! Flags! Floats!

On the other hand, A Parade...at 11:30 am...in North Carolina...in the blazing July sun...with a baby who naps at 12:30 without negotiation and starts acting ugly around noon...

All our angst over the decision turned out to be for naught, however, when Adam got the croup last night at 10 pm...and 2 am...and 5 am. In the interest of keeping on good terms with the other folks in our town who might not want their kids rubbing shoulders with Typhoid Adam, we stayed home.

We did our best to be patriotic here at home today. Andrew and I learned about some of the important symbols of the United States. We all dressed in red, white, and blue. We ate bomb pops (patriotic-looking and tasty!) And we washed both cars. I don't know if there's anything patriotic to be found in that; but it was a hot day, we had dirty cars, and we needed something to do outside that wouldn't bring on heatstroke or expose other kids to Adam's cooties.

Andrew is taking his popsicle quite seriously. Adam is suspicious. Libby is jealous.

Piggy Mullet in her 4th of July best.

Adam...still dry, but not for long.

You had to know a light saber would pop up somewhere in this post.

Happy 4th of July, everyone!