Things are good in baby-land. Morgan does what all babies do — she cries, she eats, she poops and she sleeps, pretty much in that order.
Last night Mason and I went out to a field with his cousins to pop fireworks. I only have one job during fireworks time, and that’s to keep Mason from getting burned. So as sparklers, Roman candles and pop bottle rockets were bursting in air, I mostly just watched Mason. The “grand finale” firework fell over somehow and ended up firing huge fireworks directly at us, which whizzed past our heads and exploded in the middle of the street. Good times! In two hours we managed to only start two small fires, although one of them was started by a tricky sparkler that managed to re-ignite itself after being placed in a trash bag.
Plans for the Fourth? Napping.