We had a great weekend up in Meredith watching the fireworks. It was strange to be without Shad since he was in CA turning over the house but we had fun with Kate and her family. Mike and I staked out a tarp on a piece of lawn about six hours before the fireworks were to start – we figured why not? The worst that can happen is someone moves it or steals it. But… they didn’t. We sat all together at the waters edge and had a great time.
REWIND 7 HOURS: We went to Church with Kate, Mike and family. We, unfortunately don’t go as often as we should and it was clear through the kids display of behavior. When the Priest was blessing the gifts the altargirl rang a bell, Shea, at the top of her lungs said “WHAT was that noise?”, I whispered “it’s bells” she whispered back “ohhhh, bells”. If you are familiar with the Catholic service you know that the bells were to be rung again approximately three minutes later. And, right on schedule, the bells sounded again, Shea shouted out “Mom, those are bells.” I was thrilled the whole congregation was aware that there was a two year old on the “stage right” side of the Church AND that it was clear that she did not attend Church often. Nice. Or… not so nice.
I wasn’t going to mention that I squeezed Shea’s hand because she was trying to walk down the aisle and she let out a shrieking “OWWWW, MOM!”.
Mom -2 Shea +4