New photos for the brag book...

The grand darlings were our 4th of July guests! 

Like everywhere else,

it was a hot & sweltering day

here in Iowa...

the cool wind off the lake

was our only relief,

as we took in the parade.

Momma dressed the little darlings 

in their little patriotic outfits,

and we tried our hardest

 to get a photo

 of Beckham and Avry together...

a tricky feat,

to say the least.

Big brother at times 

was holding little Avry 

 like a bag of potatoes!

Needless to say,

 photographer Grandma had to work rather quickly,

as assistant Grandpa stood off to the side

to be the spotter...

 

I love these baby headbands.

I'm pretty certain

 that if they were around when their momma was a baby,

she would have had one in every color

and would have worn one

every day :)

I probably would have even been making them...

perhaps

 even selling patterns to make them!

I usually poke little flags into my flower pots this time of year,

but the 4th seemed to have snuck up on me this year

 and it didn't get done...

so Beckham got to take a flag to the parade.

He was all about waving the flag...

so cute!

 

We didn't put the flag down...

He just stood at full attention

and took in the sights and sounds of the parade...

only putting it down 

to open a piece of freshly tossed candy...

 

As for Avry,

she didn't need a piece of candy,

her new found thumb

was her sweet!

She's working on mastering how far

she can stick it into her mouth without gagging!

At dusk we took in the fireworks over the lake.  

Prior to, 

we explained to Beckham that there would be some loud booms,

 but there was nothing to be afraid of. 

   He kept reassuring us that,

"Beckhams not afraid of the fire-works eder (either)."

 At the 15 minute from fireworks boom, we walked down to the lake.  

Over and over

we heard,

"Beckhams not afraid of the fireworks Momma",

at least a hundred times,

in the two block walk.

Pretty soon I hear Daddy say,

"do you suppose he has himself convinced yet that he's not afraid of the fireworks"!!

He tried his hardest to be brave,

with only one minor melt down

from fear.

We got home from the fireworks and I asked him if he was afraid of the fireworks...

in his deep voice he said, "no".

I then asked him if he was just a teensy tiny bit afraid of the fireworks...

and in his deep voice

he said,

"yes".

Grandkids are a blast,

no pun intended...

they really are!

Have a good day,
Brenda