It’s the 4th of July – not a holiday I feel especially strongly about, but definitely one we’ve taken advantage of in the past to do celebratory kinds of things. This year, obviously, we have to change it up a bit.
We’d go to a baseball game, but 3+ hours in the sun and/or wind and/or uncomfortable chairs with Z would not be a good idea for any of us. And while breastfeeding in most public places is totally okay with me, it seems a bit inappropriate at the Coliseum.
We’d go for a hike, but we still haven’t managed to figure out a carrier that works best for longer than an hour or so, and the stroller won’t do well on an unpaved trail. And I’m so out of shape from the surgery (not to mention the 9 months before that), I don’t think I’d last more than a couple miles.
We check out some fireworks, but Z would freak out on any number of levels (loud noises, lots of people, strange places, night time…)
So instead, this year, to celebrate Loss of Independence Day, we strapped a camera to the baby’s head to see what the world looks like from his perspective. Here are some highlights:
Tonight I think I’ll drink a single beer and go to bed at 8pm.
PS: Zeke celebrated today by sucking himself a giant arm hickey. My nipples are using this picture as a public service message. Yikes.