I've never denied nor attempted to hide my dorkiness or my nerdiness. I wear those badges proudly. But last night, I began to sew a new badge onto my personality sash: crotchety old fart. You may be wondering what that badge might look like. Well, it has a picture of me on it, face all scrunched up, with a finger pointing and yelling to some fun-loving person to stop having so much fun. Lately, this is how it plays out: Car drives down the street with window-rattling bass...."Turn it down! There's a baby sleeping here!" Harley rumbles past the house..."You better not wake my baby up, or else!" UPS delivery person rings the door bell..."Hey! Don't you know there's a baby here?!" (I know, I know...put up a little sign that politely asks delivery persons/visitors to not ring the door bell at inopportune times). Last night, however, we had a new one: {Fireworks Boom! Pop! Pow!} X 1,000,000..."I'm so over 4th of July fireworks!! Aren't they illegal here? If they're not illegal, they should be!!" Well, I admit to being a big fuddy-duddy, but dang, Safia had a real tough time going to sleep yesterday and that really sucked for us. But......when she did get to sleep, she did sleep for 7 hours. That's right, seven big ones. Booyah! {Rube dance of joy}
The parade yesterday was awesome. We enjoyed it thoroughly with friends and family by our sides, we consumed barbeque (although I'm sad to report that I did not eat the 12 hotdogs I vowed to eat), and Safia enjoyed her first parade in the sturdy arms of her Grandpa George flanked by her Great-Grandparents, Danny and Seena. Who could want anything more? Even an old grump like me was pretty darned satisfied.
I've never denied nor attempted to hide my dorkiness or my nerdiness. I wear those badges proudly. But last night, I began to sew a new badge onto my personality sash: crotchety old fart. You may be wondering what that badge might look like. Well, it has a picture of me on it, face all scrunched up, with a finger pointing and yelling to some fun-loving person to stop having so much fun. Lately, this is how it plays out: Car drives down the street with window-rattling bass...."Turn it down! There's a baby sleeping here!" Harley rumbles past the house..."You better not wake my baby up, or else!" UPS delivery person rings the door bell..."Hey! Don't you know there's a baby here?!" (I know, I know...put up a little sign that politely asks delivery persons/visitors to not ring the door bell at inopportune times). Last night, however, we had a new one: {Fireworks Boom! Pop! Pow!} X 1,000,000..."I'm so over 4th of July fireworks!! Aren't they illegal here? If they're not illegal, they should be!!" Well, I admit to being a big fuddy-duddy, but dang, Safia had a real tough time going to sleep yesterday and that really sucked for us. But......when she did get to sleep, she did sleep for 7 hours. That's right, seven big ones. Booyah! {Rube dance of joy}
The parade yesterday was awesome. We enjoyed it thoroughly with friends and family by our sides, we consumed barbeque (although I'm sad to report that I did not eat the 12 hotdogs I vowed to eat), and Safia enjoyed her first parade in the sturdy arms of her Grandpa George flanked by her Great-Grandparents, Danny and Seena. Who could want anything more? Even an old grump like me was pretty darned satisfied. 
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