Fourth of July Cold Feet

This was Roxanne's first Fourth of July. We spent most of the day just running errands, but it was still fun. We had a birthday party to go to, so Roxanne and I had a little shopping spree. We went to Ross and found some foam squares for the floor. We can put them out when Roxanne is having tummy time and pack them up afterwards so our beagle, Katie, doesn't get them all funky and hairy. It's one of her skills. Then we went to Petco where I let Roxanne watch the birds. She loves them all, but I think the finches are her favorite. They are so small and busy. After that was Target, where we agonized over what to get for Dylan, the birthday boy. It was his first birthday, and so there is this weird disconnect between baby toys and toddler toys. We ended up going with a Little People bus. Pretty cute. Roxanne seemed to like it, since she tried to chew on the box the whole way through the store. She's still not quite ready to sit in a shopping cart, so I had her in the sling. It works well until she gets hungry and starts slapping and head banging me in the chest. She's got these subtle cues...

The birthday party was at my co-worker Denetrice's house in Conyers. Her son, Dylan, is adorable. The party was HUGE, and it was lovely. Their house is on a small lake, so we stood on the little dock for a while and chatted with one of my other co-workers and his wife. They have a sixteen week old son, Griffin. He's very cute and has lots of hair. There were tons of people there, and a clown, a jumpy castle, and little games. There were ribs, chicken and hot dogs on the grill...whew. Roxanne did very well, and didn't fuss at anyone, and she loved Griffin. She kept staring at him and touching his face. She put her finger in his mouth a few times, but I think it's a sign of affection. Right?

Fireworks were scheduled to start around 9:00, but we left at 8 or so. I just decided that it might scare Roxanne, and we can always wait until next year. Maybe then she will be old enough to tell me if she's scared and wants to leave. For now, I figured it was better safe than sorry.