Today is son #2's birthday, his 18th (don't get me started). He's my fourth of July firecracker, born almost two weeks early in the wee hours of the morning after I'd gone into labor while waiting to watch the fireworks with Mr. W and son #1. When he was little, he always thought the fireworks were for his birthday. We never set him straight. :)
The Long Ride
A sixteen hour drive does not make for a happy me, but being in the heart of the White Mountains does. We're on vacation this week in New Hampshire, soaking in the mountain air. Ahhhhh. We'll be hiking and shopping and rafting and maybe kayaking if we have time. So much to do before that sixteen hour ride home. Big thank you to M and P for house-sitting and taking care of Max (who's still swimming) and the fledgling tomatoes.
My Fleeting Fame
Just finished a round of mini-golf and (for once) I actually won (though Baby Girl came mighty close). And for a split second, I actually had the best score of the day. Then "Joe" came along and wiped me off the board with a "38." I might need another round...
I hope everyone has a happy and safe Fourth of July!