Happy Fourth!

Don't blow your hand off or anything. I keep picturing the E.R.'s gearing up for all the maiming that will undoubtedly happen tomorrow. Fireworks and beer don't mix, people! Folks on our street are already setting off their fireworks - if they wake up Nina I'll kill them. Note how I kindly said "folks," when I could have chosen words such as "redneck" or "hillbilly." But I refrain.

Nina got her 18 mo shots yesterday, and had a tired, feverish day today. Seemed to be doing better by bedtime, and she got to eat ice cream several times b/c I have to hide the tylenol in it. "More cold eye-freem!" She gained almost 2 lbs between 15-18 mos.

Yesterday we hung out at this little outdoor water play area outside the mall. Nina was down to her diaper, shrieking with glee, and she felt I needed to join the fun. "Mama get nakey too! Mama pants OFF!" Needless to say, I stayed clothed, but it was awfully hilarious. Apparently an 18 mo should have 6-10 words, and might be able to form 2 word sentences. How about - "All done taking shower Daddy." Steve wants to sign her up for Mensa.

On the national news front, I would like to point out that Paris Hilton served more time than Scooter Libby.

That's all I'm sayin'.