Carter's first Independence Day and first day out overlapped and could hardly have gone better. He saw three waterfalls (or, to his month-old eyes, three white streaks against black backgrounds) and quite a bit of wildlife. He missed, however, his first timber rattler and didn't seem to appreciate the contemporary craft store very much.
There were two sets of fireworks in his first Fourth of July weekend: Breinigsville's show seen from Ryan and Petra's back yard in a chance coincidence when rainy weather turned our Sunday into a bit of a dud and then Bethlehem's in another chance coincidence when we turned up at the B-hem Dairy and dozens of people were sitting on blankets facing south.
Over the rest of the weekend we did a SteelStacks trip, ate at Cali, watched a fair amount of Le Tour, and got in some Rodale walking/frisbee/skating.
Back to work in the morning, and today felt like it. Grandma left this am and it was just the three of us at home, bracing for a new routine that is going to be pretty different from the luxury of the past few weeks.
Tuesday, July 05, 2011