This was the first year that Mallory was really old enough to enjoy the fireworks. She liked them at first, but then became obsessed with how noisy they were. I ended up taking her home early, and had to lay by her in her bed for a little while because there were so many fireworks noises outside. When I realized she would never fall asleep with me there, I told her I needed to leave and sleep in my own bed. On my way out she said to me "Ok Mom, High Five!" and held out her hand for me to "high-five" her on the way out. I was kind of surprised, but found it to be pretty funny. Josh and I have been joking around a lot lately about how lame it is to "high-five", and she must have picked it up from that.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
4th of July
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