Last night was the fireworks and we bit the bullet and let both boys stay up and watch them. Baylor was thrilled beyond all words and Brody was so freaked out that he shook like a leaf. We even got him some ear plugs and he still refused to even look at the fireworks. Apparently he is making us suffer for putting him through such turmoil by waking up at six in the morning, screaming at the top of his lungs because he couldn't have a rice crispy bar for breakfast.
It's not all gloom here, there are some fun activities that go on and it's the 100th anniversary. It's also our sixth wedding anniversary on Sunday and we're celebrating tonight. I refused to partake in the planning of this sacred event, but I did beg for a morning off for a mental holiday. I'll let you know how that goes. Six wonderful years, two children, two dogs, a house and our little Carolla later....I am still amazed how my husband gets more handsome each day. Men age gracefully while us ladies have to deal with sagging uh, things. I'll try to find some wedding photos and post them later.
Wish me luck today with two cranky sleep deprived children.....I really need that mental health day!