Although we had some good invitations to celebrate the 4th with friends, we figured it might be best to stick closer to home. Neither Ellery or Alex was going to make it through the night without some creative sleeping arrangements, which could only be accomplished with cribs at our disposal.
Thank goodness one of the best views of the fireworks is in my parents’ front yard. It took a bit of juggling, Doug playing the role of the Child Whisperer, and repeated showings of Word World, but we all made it out to see the fireworks, even though nearly everyone was in pajamas.
But now that I think about it, I think there was something about that in those inalienable rights—life, liberty, and the pursuit of fireworks in your pajamas.