Since daddy couldn't be with us at 4th of July, we celebrated it for him - for 12 and 1/2 hours straight. Way more than mommy would care to celebrate. The kids had a great time, although they will completely forget about the parade with their 6 cousins, lunching and being wild with half of them, and then having dinner and playing water balloon, super soaker, slip n' slide and other wild kid games with the other half, drinking all the soda they could get their lips on and all the cookies they could sneak out of the kitchen and will only remember that mean mommy made them leave the festivities before the rockets red glare was lit because their little brother had a temperature and no baby should be up that long without it being considered abusive. Go figure.
Look what the Richardson legacy hath wrought!
Good thing Michelle had a pogo stick so the kids could take turns working off all that sugar.
The Richardson/Zientek/Walker clan. We took up a city block.
Happy Fourth of July!