Dinner, dancing, drinking. The 3 D's that make this feast a very special one. Last year Ryan set the yard on fire. This year Matt almost exploded the fire barrel. Last year I didn't dance because I was freaking out over my positive pregnancy test. This year I danced, pranced, and wrestled my husband to the ground. Last year it was a fun gathering of adults. This year there was a squirmy little pink baby stealing all the smiles.
"Wait, when do I throw the flowers into the fire?"
"You watch child, must drink beer."
Sam was once again a very good little boy. Although he would get upset whenever someone else would hold him for more than a couple minutes. I guess maybe the "Stranger Danger" phase is starting? He fought his nap while at Uncle Matt's place because there was so much going on and it was stopping him from settling. But by 9pm he passed out in his travel bed till it was time for us to pack up and go home at 1am. Good baby continues to be good.
He is my squishy and I love him.