God Bless America

What the 4th of July looks like when you are exhausted, haven't had time to plan anything crazy, everyone else is out of town, 

your child falls apart at dinner time, just wants to be held for an hour instead of falling asleep at 7pm,

 and you've never ventured out to find a great fireworks display in all five years you've lived in Wichita.

How's that for keeping it real?  

And scarce (in photos).

(Good thing all boys' clothes must made be in red and blue.  

Okay, that's a little sarcastic.  I'm on the hunt for some purple!!)

 

We don't rock at everything around here.  And we don't claim to.  

Slowing finding our way to a new normal...