July 4th and the Wayward Balloons

Before I explain the balloon drama, I'll back up a few days (which have nothing to do with balloons... just catching up). Several days ago I was fighting a cold. Owen was frustrated with me for not having enough energy to play with him so out of guilt, I called my mom and sister and asked if they'd like Owen for the night. They said yes, so off he went. I missed him like crazy, but I was able to get some rest and beat the cold before it became nasty.

Then Chris' parents had Owen stay with them for the past two nights. It was supposed to be just one night but he was enjoying himself so I asked if they'd like him for a second night. Apparently he spent a lot of time showing off his dancing skills (which are superb for a white kid). Again, I missed him like crazy but I figure it's good practice for our Caribbean trip.

And now we're at July 4th, which is a special day for Logan. He turned 4 months old today, and on this day last year we learned that I was pregnant with him. So I think it's safe to say that 4 is Logan's lucky number.

We spent a couple hours at Juan and Jen's bbq (our neighbors, and Chris also works with Juan). A few of the neighbor kids were there and Owen chased them around. Owen is so funny when he plays with older kids. He has no idea what the heck they are doing, but if they are running and screaming, he's game. Owen found a big bouquet of red/white/blue balloons and claimed them for himself. And after a little while, it happened. The worst thing that can happen to a child (and it's happened to all of us)... the balloons became untied and floated away. And my poor child was devastated. He cried as he watched them disappear into the sky, and when he could no longer see them he was simply inconsolable. To the point that we had to leave. Chris headed off to work and I was left with one miserable child.

How miserable, you might ask? Well, he actually broke out in hives.

After some snuggle time on the couch, he settled down and we watched some fireworks together from our living room. I taught him to say "oooooooh" for the big ones. He taught himself how to say "pop!" for the loud ones. He would screech when he heard bottle rockets. Silly kid. Logan fell asleep early so he missed the fun.

And now Owen's asleep so it's just me. It's loud and the dogs are struggling. I have a radio playing in the garage for them, but they can still hear the fireworks. July 4th is hard on me, being a police wife. Chris always has to work so I'm usually alone. Sure, I get invited to do things and I really appreciate people for thinking of me. But it makes me a little sad that I can't spend this holiday with my husband. Oh well. Anyway, I hope everyone had a fun 4th!

(I have a couple of pics to add but haven't uploaded them yet... check back in a day or two.)