Just wanted to post some pictures from the Fourth of July, especially since our good friends Garriy and Cat made the holiday hard to top.
They drove down from DC on Friday morning, bearing gifts of cheesy (in a good way!) patriotic music and delicious food for a scrumptious picnic at Ft. McHenry. We feasted, played Bocci Ball, and watched Milo pose for another of Garriy’s famous photo shoots (pictures from the pro to come). But best of all, we just hung out.
Milo, not to be contained
All tuckered out
On the evening of the fourth, we put Milo to bed, grilled out, and sung such songs as “Harvest Moon” and others in our living room while Andrew played guitar. We also polished off some wine and beer, then headed out to our stoop to catch a few fireworks in-between rain showers. It was a fantastic night, despite Milo being up crying ALL NIGHT LONG.
The good news? Milo has successfully acted as a potent birth control method for yet another couple, making them cherish their couple-hood for just a little (or a lot) longer.
The bad news? Oh, heck. There is no bad news.
“Oh, heck.”