4th of July

Again, I'm late, but that's okay. I wanted to post Fourth of July photos. And I will. Because I can.

My Patriotic Baby

Notice her mosquito bites . . . they love her just as much as her mama!
How cute is this little guy?! This is part of the Baby Parade.
That's actually a sneeze!
I always get emotional when the veterans walk by and everyone claps. I wonder what it must feel like for some of those men who came home to ignorance and disrespect, but now they're applauded! God Bless America!

Sweet Baby Boy

Sammy loved the parade (all except the loud fire engines!
It was kind of like a train wreck . . . you want to watch and yet you don't!)

Please, someone tell me what is so patriotic about a green golf cart that you
just have to ride it in the Fourth of July Parade?!

Now THAT'S patriotic . . . and yum!

"It happens everytime. They all become blueberries." (Willie Wonka)

So, I'm a little late posting this, but for posterity's sake, I must. (I'm sure my comma addiction was evident and completely incorrect in that sentence, but I don't care.)

Mom, Debby, Sammy, Caleb, Josie, and I went to pick blueberries at Conte's Farm. When we got there, we saw that the blueberries were $1.80 per pound for pick-your-own. Great! Then we saw that if you buy them already picked, they were $1.50 a pound. What?!?! That's just silly. So, we decided to go for Sammy's sake and get some, then buy a few boxes. So, we got on the wagon which Sammy thought was pretty cool (as did the child deep inside me . . . okay, it's not very deep!) We picked for about half an hour, and decided we were done. Turns out we had picked less than $3 worth of berries. Well, maybe I should say we came back to the cashier with less than $3 worth of berries. If they were smart business people, they would weigh three year olds before and after they go picking and charge you per pound gained!

Here are some photos. Yes, I know that it is unacceptable in the blogging world to post photo after photo, but since when did I listen to that rule?!


It was a fun wagon ride for everyone except Josie. It was so windy that she kept gasping!! Most of the time I pulled her bonnet way down and blocked the wind with my hand as best as I could! Poor little sweetie!