Izzie-Bee was a huge fan of family and friends and food, sprinklers and chalk and sandboxes. Mark her down as unimpressed by water balloon fights and loud fireworks. But all in all, our 4th of July party was a success (once Izzie figured out that it actually wasn't a birthday party for her after all...).
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The day before. Made a banner and a picture at school. She picked her picture
out of a pile of identical ones instantly. I said, "We better check if it's yours!"
and the teacher said, "It is. She insisted she didn't want any red." Patriotic. |
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| If this is the drama at 2, imagine when she's 16. |
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Skinny Minnie. Where's my chubby baby?
(Oh, in my belly...) |
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| Daddy and Brian Abbott's homemade sprinkler extravaganza |
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Our party guests before the 500 count water balloon fight.
Daddy goes big or goes home, to say the least. |
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Is this love? Probably not. Henry was crying for his mom and trying
to yank his arm away 5 seconds after this picture was taken. |
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| Izzie loved the flag decorations -- her and Grammy practiced the Pledge of Allegiance |
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| Love. This. Picture. These girls are a hoot. Avery's surprised face can't be beat. |
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| Is there anything boys love more than fireworks? Look at Caden's pose! |
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| Taking turns on the sucker with Popper and Aves |
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| Realizing we haven't shown a picture of brother in awhile--he's under there! |
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Our attempt at a family pic. 30 minutes after bedtime should have happened,
already out of our patriotic gear, and snapped between bangs and cries at
the loud fireworks. Hey, it will do, right? At least we're all there.
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