We didn't do much for the 4th. I had to work but snuck out a little early. Olivia and put popsicles in our cocktails (champagne and apple juice, I'll let you decide who had which). Poor girl was distraught when she saw that she only had a stick left in her drink. "Where'd the popsicort go?" It melted. I felt so bad I had to buy her a new popsicle.
Fireworks didn't wake the girls up, but I, of course, spent the night worried that they would wake up, OR the dog (who refused to go out) would pee on the floor.






















