So this is what the Fourth of July looked like at our house:
Benjamin: Didn’t sleep well due to his fever, so Josh offered to take him so I could get a bit more sleep. When I finally rolled out of bed, I was looking forward to my usual open-armed-running-hug I usually get from my baby. Instead?! He scowls at me, turns, and runs AWAY from me.
That is the first time that has EVER happened.
I chased him for a bit, but he wasn’t kidding.
Thankfully, that fit of independence didn’t last long. He hasn’t done it since. Let’s blame it on the fever, shall we?
Olivia: Josh was wearing blue, Benjamin was wearing blue, I was wearing red, I though it would be adorable if Olivia would wear white. Even better – a dark blue jean jumper, trimmed in red, with a white shirt underneath.
But no.
“I wanna wear PINK, Mommy!”
::Sigh::
So, Josh wore blue, Benjamin wore blue, I wore red, and Olivia wore pink. And not just any sensible pink dress, either. She insisted on this polyester thing which is famous for its impenetrable force field against all things sweaty, so that the sweat has no choice but to simply drip cascade down your body. On the Fourth of July.
Happy Independence Day to you, too, children.