|Happy 4th of July from Lil' H, hubs, babybump and me!|
So of course this year I find myself pregnant (there goes the bevvies!) and a 13 month old toddler (there goes the fireworks!) Whoomp.
Regardless, this year was still fun! We headed out for the Lakewood parade, meeting up with some friends who have a daughter about Henry's age. We parked close to a mile away from where we met up with them, because the road closed for the parade and I snagged the last parking spot in sight, fearing I wouldn't find another one. Note to future self: take a different route next year and park closer! Good thing we had a stroller and didn't have to lug a nearly 30 pound one year old.
|Henry, mama and babybumpie still walking|
The parade was a cute little community parade, with decorated convertibles, firetrucks and cheerleaders. Henry was in AWE of the firetrucks!
H dropped his water bottle for a few minutes in the nearly 100 degree heat to wave a flag. So patriotic, that boy.
We headed home for lunch and nap time. After refreshing, we headed out for the next agenda item: a pool party! Which was the perfect activity, because it was well over 100 degrees in the afternoon, and hubs has never seen what a fish Henry is in the water.
Of course I didn't get a single pic because phone + pool + lots of kiddies = DISASTER. But daddy swam with Lil' H and put my preggo legs in and chatted with friends. Everyone asked us what swimming school we had Henry at because he already kicks and blows bubbles in the water...
"Ummm, none!" I replied. "I'm a bad mom and haven't signed him up for any lessons. Lukewarm water with tons of baby pee in it totally grosses me out. Also, why do people pay hundreds of dollars for swim lessons with kids so young?! Like, seriously - what's the point?" It was an Odd Mom Out moment for me. Until all the other moms agreed that it's a complete waste of money for young babies to have lessons and they wished they hadn't dropped all that cash on nothing.
I thank my lucky Star Spangled Banner that I don't roll with the obnoxious Dallas Elite snob-mob-moms, and have legit mom-friends who don't pass judgement and tell it like it is! We also decided to get Henry enrolled in a swim class this fall with daddy. This kid is a natural, I'm telling you! Next Michael Phelps for sure. Hopefully, minus the drugs.
Anyway, the rest of the night was uneventful, spent watching a movie on the couch while we heard the faint booms of the fireworks I was missing in the distance. It just isn't worth it to disrupt bedtime and risk scared screams so I can watch some colors explode in the sky. But in a few years... Game on.
Sunday was relaxing, spent planning a few upcoming trips (YAY), going to yoga and grilling out. I'm not big on meat in general, and we all know this baby has done a number on my tummy. We were at Whole Foods getting grilling supplies and hubs points out some fresh fish. I crinkled my nose and asked for filet. You'd have thought I told this man Santa Claus was real! He danced a jig all the way to the meat counter.
And that concluded our exciting holiday weekend. How did you celebrate Independence Day?