Friday I went to my parents' with partner and kids. The kids were armed with water balloons and squirt guns. We didn't stand a chance.
We played with some small firecrackers - sparklers, snakes, smoke bombs. It was great fun until E managed to inhale a crazy amount of smoke from a smoke bomb. I didn't see how she managed to do it, but she got enough in that she was hacking and spitting and almost dry heaving from coughing so hard :( Once she felt better we had a brief conversation about "remember this feeling if you ever want to try smoking cigarettes".
For the actual holiday, I woke up introverted and N woke up sick. I read aloud to him from The White Devil (Justin Evans) and lounged.
Sunday we rallied, wandered downtown into Powell's, then around Hawthorne, where I purchased an adorable tie. Game time we spent at the Blue Room, watched the USA kick some ass at football.
Holiday weekend: successful.
