Independence Day

Well, this year was just the four of us at the Omaha house: Pablo, PJ, my sister Jessica, and I.
We went and watched Shakespeare on the Green's performance of "Twelfth Night" on the night of the 3rd. I think I heard someone passing out brochures that they had 215 people counted in attendance. Crazy. Jessica, Pablo, PJ, and I had our picnic blanket spread out and a basket stocked with bread, cheese spread, grapes, cookies, and Doritos. PJ fell asleep for about 20 minutes or so, but he mostly flirted with the family next to us or played between us. He is such a good baby and I love that I can take him to things with us :)

 On the morning of the Fourth, Jessica and I laid around in our pajamas watching movies while Pablo took advantage of holiday pay and worked until 12 or 1. We filled up the backyard kiddy pool and started up the grill. What else do you need for the perfect Fourth? Haha. Watching Independence Day is a tradition so we couldn't ignore it and so we put the little dude to bed and settled down for an alien invasion and the sound of fireworks going up all around us. Fireworks are legal in Nebraska and everyone, really, I mean everyone, shoots off some pretty impressive and BIG fireworks. No need to go to a show here, just set up a chair in your driveway :) We did think he should at least watch a firework show for his first year and so we woke him up to walk out a block or so from the house and watch the Champions Club. I wouldn't say he loved them, but he was definitely all eyes. It was hard to keep his attention on the show because of all the fireworks going off all over the city. Got to love Omaha for that. People here sure know how to throw an Independence Day party :)

Grandpa and Grandma came home that Saturday after spending Independence Day in Williamsburg and Jamestown with one of my brothers and finished out the holiday weekend with us.

Outdoor concert with Grandpa

Little cheeser, haha. I call this particular smile his "cheese" face. Pablo calls it his "chicharron" face, haha.

So it was a great Independence Day and a great weekend. After Christmas, I think the Fourth of July is in pretty heavy competition for my next favorite holiday. Something about that red, white, and blue that gets my sentimental feelings for our nation all fired up.

 Happy Independence Day!

Oh, and a little side-note (since talking about red, white, and blue made me remember my lesson on Sunday) I am the Primary Chorister in our new ward. Haha! So I tried to avoid it, but I'm pretty sure the Lord has me pegged. But in all seriousness,  I love it and I get more creative every Sunday. Pablo is in primary too, as a teacher. So cool to be in our separate callings but still together, haha.