the life of baby jude

This past weekend, we all celebrated our nation's independence. This is actually my fifth 4th of July, if you can believe it. My first was spent being propped up on M&D's couch, while wearing a red, white & blue onesie and matching goofy hat. (My parents are so mean.)
But, not this year! This year, I went swimming. I'm a big boy, after all and that's what I was celebrating. Please see the picture to the left. See? I don't even smile if I don't want to. Just put me back in the pool, people!

I got to see fireworks that night (and even ran into Evie & Greta), but my fellow blogger, Mommy, wasn't there. So, I can't really write about it. But it was fun and I told Mommy all about it when I saw her on Sunday! They were so pretty. I gave some of them names, too. Red & green ones are, "Christmas fireworks," while white ones are "ghost fireworks." I'm four. I can make up names for fireworks. Remember, indepencence, folks.

I hope everyone had a great 4th of July!!