As our typical July 4th adventure goes, the whole family convened in
Whitehouse, TX to watch fireworks, eat like crazy, and swim.
This year, Wyatt and B were new to the mix. Introductions were made.
Punches were thrown. I think they'll be great buddies.
I don't think I held my baby more than 10 minutes the whole weekend,
which seemed great... until we got home.
Apparently I left my sweet boy in Whitehouse and brought home a holy terror.
Good weekend! Happy Birthday, America!
(We kept straightening him up, and he'd go right back to being crooked. What can you do?)

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