Wednesday, July 7, 2010


Initially, we were not planning on watching the fireworks this 4th of July.  Since she is not even 2 years old yet, we figured it would be too late at night.  So we put her to sleep around 8:15 the night of the 4th and settled down to relax for the evening.  Around 10pm, the sound of firecrackers and rockets started to echo around the neighborhood.  People were setting them off.  It was so much noise that Sara Beth woke up and started to get restless.  Since she was already up, Heather and I decided to get her up and show her the fireworks.  We whisked her out of bed and into the car and we drove to the nearest parking lot that had a good view of the Richardson fireworks display.  She loved it.  As soon as it was over, we got back in the car and drove to an empty field that had a good view of some other fireworks displays to the east.  Sara Beth kept pointing to the fireworks, and she would say "Push" and shove her hand in the air towards the horizon, in an attempt to make the fireworks go higher in the air ... or something.   

  The past few days since then, she will continue to mention the "fireworks."  We keep having to explain that they only happen once a year and that she will need to wait until next year to see them again.

You can never have enough purses.  When I asked Sara Beth take out some recycling, she needed to collect all her purses before she could step outside.  Along with Emma Rose, her doll, she is carrying 4 purses.  Also, her cell phone was not in any of them, as it had to be clutched in her right hand.

I am starting up reading "The Lord of the Rings" out loud right before Sara Beth's bed time.  Sara Beth decided she wanted to do more than just sit and listen, so she brought various books of her own to read next to me.  This book was nursery rhymes, and Sara Beth is showing me the actions for "The insey winsey spider" song.

My family was in town this past weekend, including my brother and sister.  Sara Beth asked to get her nails painted.  Then Heather got hers painted.  Jill, my sister, already had hers painted.  We then "helped" John paint his toenails.  It took Heather, Jill, and myself to hold him down long enough to get one foot painted.  This is the picture after the fact.  

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