No, its not the 4th of July. It’s not even a multiple of that. But we are going to talk about it, so please feel free to reference my newest photo posting of me in my patriotic gear. Go Kerry!

So, my 4th of July was unlike any other I’ve ever had. And no, I’m not being sarcastic or facetious– last year I was in utero, unknown to the folks that love me, and but a mere little blastocyst.

This year, I was decked from head to toe in red, white, and blue. (Gramma Denny would be so proud– she’s like a shorter, younger, more female version of Uncle Sam. Except without all the confiscation of tax dollars, or the hat.) So anyway, I celebrated my Americanness for a bit, and then pretty much went on with my day as usual.

The highlight: Fireworks? No way, I was in bed. Apple pie? Nah, we stick to Mama milk. Parades? Too hot outside. Having an extra day with Daddy at home to make me smile for my blog photo, only to be posted twenty-three days later? Priceless.

Have a good one, and kudos to Wednesday.