The Fourth of July

Well Isaac had his first 4th of July. I think I was mostly excited to dress him up in his cute little outfit (compliments of Grandma and Grandpa Long) with the matching hat and shoes I found at Old Navy. Ok, way off subject, Amber if you are reading this I am for sure with you on the last name for grandparents thing. Anyway, our day started off at my parents ward breakfast, then after Isaac had a little nap in the car seat we went to Dave and Janece's house for a BBQ for lunch, then home for another nap, then to Wolford's for dinner and fireworks in the driveway. The close up picture of Isaac was the expression he had on his face through all the fireworks. No overwhelming joy, but even the really loud ones didn't scare him, my brave little boy. He just kept that same expression, he cracks me up. Oh and yes, if you noticed, I chopped my hair off. I'm still a little up in the air if it was a smart decision. It was definitely spur of the moment, enough so that I went to someone I didn't know and didn't know anything about. Big mistake. I will be heading back to my wonderful Melissa in 8 weeks to fix things up a little, but it is the big change I was ready for. Good thing Isaac loves me unconditionally (as long as I keep providing milk). And Shawn says he likes it but that could just be to keep me from going into those unpredictable post-partum tears. Anyway, it was a good 4th, lots of fun with friends and family, slightly hampered when I came down with mastitis late that night. (mastitis really sucks) I, like Mary, am looking forward to next year when we can resume the Bee's game tradition. Not to give away our secrets or our spot on the lawn, but you really can't beat the Bee's game on the 4th. The fireworks are literally right above you, last year we had junk falling on us from them. And I am so excited to take Isaac to a baseball game. So next year for sure Mary.