Our Fourth of July was generally calm and collected. We spent the day with Jeremiah's family about on hour away from our house, then around 7 we came home, put the baby to bed, Jeremiah played his guitar and I read a book. I heard the fireworks from afar and watched our asshole neighbors almost catch their naked dirty kids on fire...but that was as close to 'exciting' as our evening could get.
The only new thing that occurred this weekend was that Elijah has decided he doesn't want his photo taken anymore. As soon as the camera is brought out he whines, grunts angrily and then permanently fixes his chin to his chest and then stubbornly waits till he is absolutely sure we're not going to take his photo.
So there goes all the expectations I had of him to be a multimillionaire exploited child star....
And also here goes all the chances I would have to look back on photos of him as an adorable almost two year old....before you know it he'll be a teenager, never home, thinking about girls all the time and running around with Drug Smuggling Guatemalan Refugees.
This is the last photo I got of him before he either turns his back on me, yells, or puts his chin to his chest.