Our first 4th of July in the new house and the baby boy’s first overall. Happy to say there wasn’t much noise this weekend. Or, at least, there wasn’t enough to wake up the kids.
Of course, as I type this someone much closer just set off some pretty loud shit. As someone who loves the loud shit but hates it when my wife and kids can’t sleep, I am somewhat torn. The boy, who is nine months old now, is stirring in his bassinet. But he’ll be fine, he sleeps in this office while I type and do all kinds of other dumb shit at night.
He has just enough teeth now to make his smile look very different than it did a couple of weeks ago. Meanwhile my daughter is about to turn three and is starting to sing her own songs. She throws towels around her neck and claims to be a superhero.
I’m very happy that I’ve been able to experience all this.
