Independence Day

Today started out with bacon, waffles, fresh fruit and OJ...not bad.  K ate as much as C did...not unusual.  We used to take for granted how healthy an appetite he has, until he became so sick last week.  As he turned down bite after bite, we suddenly felt what it must be like to have a kid that doesn't eat.  Scary!  Now that he's back to his ravenous self, we are much more appreciative of his ability to snarf it down.  I think this is a gene passed down from my dad and brother...both, normal-size, healthy men able to eat their weight in food.  Bottomless pits, as we like to say.

This photo is from a couple of days ago when K ate his entire bowl of mush/cereal all by 

himself (first time).  As you can see, he was quite proud.

Anyway, after breakfast I took K and Oski (the dog) for a run around the lake.  It was perfectly cool and refreshing, with plenty of clouds.  We had plans to take a ferry to Bainbridge Is. to join our friends in a huge barbecue party, followed by fireworks.  Well those plans were scrapped at the last minute, because K decided to take a 3.5 hour nap, putting us well into the late afternoon and far to late to catch a ferry on a holiday weekend.  Too bad, I had already made 2 dozen deviled eggs, and 2 dozen chocolate chip cookies.  Bummer.  We'll have to make an appearance tomorrow (it's actually a 3 day extravaganza).  

So instead, we wandered over to another friends house and crashed their little gathering.  It was fun.  Their baby Sophie was quite fond of K.  Unfortunately, K didn't feel the same and started crying the crocodile tears when she yanked on his bib.  But then her dad came rushing to the rescue with small transformer toys for K to play with.  Phew!  The day was saved!

To wrap it all up, we came home, sat on the couch and debated going to see fireworks tonight.  We debated for about an hour, until we were too tired to do anything about it.  See, we're still not sure how K will react to a bunch of loud pops, booms and bright sparks falling toward his face.  Something tells me it will traumatize him.  And we just didn't feel like fighting the hoards of people, walking for a mile to find a place to sit, and being stuck in traffic for two hours to drive 3 miles back to our house, just to see K scream in sheer terror at the fireworks show.  So we're going to watch a movie instead!  :)

Happy 4th!