Our neighborhood has a fantastic 4th of July celebration at the pool. Henry did his best Scuba Steve impression with his new flippers. John jumped off the diving board for the first time. And continued to jump again and again to earn cheers from the neighborhood ladies. Peter couldn't hang past bedtime, so he stayed at home with a babysitter. The neighborhood dads competed in a belly-flop contest. Gus won because he conveniently left his bathing suit at home. We fed the boys sugary snacks to keep them up for the big show. Henry came prepared with his ear protection. John came prepared with his two fingers. No one cried over the loud noises. After the show, we picked up Peter and headed north on I-75 to Michigan. The boys quickly fell asleep, but Gus and I watched fireworks along the highway from Georgia to Tennessee.
Sassy Southern girl who still loves the North, too. Wife of 11+ years to a tall, dark, and handsome man. Mama to 3 sweet boys and 1 sweet girl. Hates camping and food touching. Loves high heels, sweet tea, and hosting dinner parties.
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