Happy Fourth of July!

Riley, true to form, adores fireworks! She maintained a cautious distance and told everyone "hot fire. burn." She was overjoyed by the lights and noise. I remember Riley's fourth of July in the womb. Hobbling from the wheelchair to the folding chair and feeling miserable in the heat. I held a sparkler, but Riley kicked and punched me until I felt black and blue because of all the noise. See?

Her first fourth of July last year it poured rain and I thought it was going to be a wash. It stopped at the last moment and Riley was more afraid of the now infamous frog chair then the fireworks.

The moment before she saw the chair's face.

Having fled in terror, she considers the frog chair from the safety of Daddy's arms.

Here's my little firecracker, this year


Close up on her pretty handmade barrette, Thanks Aunt D! We had a wonderful view of fireworks from the backyard. It was amazing not to have to park and trek and find "the spot." We saw lots of fireworks and when Riley was done I went inside and put her in her own bed. Perfect.