Fourth of July Fever

All plans to attend the Fourth of July parade downtown were quickly thwarted by a sweet little two-year-old with a temperature. At 4 am I woke up to the saddest little moan of  "owwww...huuuurt....head hurt me" which was only calmed by sleeping in between our bed. And, right on schedule, Baby Beck decided to wake up and begin his Independence Day celebration at the crack of dawn (which, by the way, is at about 4:45 these mornings). And so began our day- Gabe and I trying to get even just a few more minutes of sleep while shoved to the very outskirts of the bed. As uncomfortable as it was, I have to admit that I kind of enjoyed it.