The F Words

Father's Day and Fireworks. No, no potty mouth for Emmy, but I thought that would grab your attention.

This wasn't officially Caleb and Emmy's first Father's Day, but it was the first that Emmy could really get out and celebrate. We went out for brunch mid-morning and met up with Grandpa later on for dinner.



After dinner, we took some family photos outside.



Daddies kissing their little girls


Later that night, Daddy read Emmy her favorite book.


In between the F words, Emmy practiced her mobility. She wants to practice walking anytime she can. Her knees were getting so red, I put her kneepads on, but she just tore them off anyway.



On the Fourth of July, we took Emmy out to see fireworks. We brought our chairs and sat, waiting for the big show.


I remembered hating the loud booms when I was a child and thought Emmy would cry. I covered her ears, but soon she got used to the noise.


Emmy was mesmorized by the flashes of light.



By the end of the show, Emmy was beat down. It was hot and nearly 3 hours past her bedtime.


After sitting in the parking lot, waiting for traffic to clear, Emmy was out like a light. It was a Happy Fourth of July.