Morning of the fourth, I put on my red, white and blue dress and proclaimed it my American outfit.
My children chose orange, green and tie-dye and proclaimed it their American outfit.
Apparently, we have not instilled much patriotism.
They had no clue.
The morning was spent playing in the baby pool.
Dinner was an indoor picnic of bratwurst, garden picked butter beans, lemonade and a chocolate cake per Henry's request.
Then we went for a walk in the cemetery.
You guessed it.
Liza quickly face planted and needed her daddy's hand.
You guessed it again.
She peed on her dress.
Naked.
In the cemetery.
This one turns four next month.
And, yes. his hair is long.
A year's worth of growth will do that.
He wants to grow his out to his toes.
And, he doesn't even know about Rapunzel.
The walk in the cemetery ended when the need for baby wipes arose and they were still at home.
Yep.
You guessed it.
