Struck Copper!

Yesterday, during my second time fondling poo, I found the dang penny! It was incredibly shiny and I was amazed. I was so excited that I called Lydia over to tell her that I found it and she started gagging. Why do I find this so hilarious that she thinks Maya's poop (and vomit) is so gross? I don't know, but it cracks me up every time I see her do it. Anyway, so hooray, that stress is over.

So Happy 4th of July yesterday! Kelly and I took the kids to the fireworks and it was pretty fun...well....it wasn't bad anyway. We started off driving because the directions made it sound like it was far away, but then we got to the base and we were like across the street from the military housing that we live in. So when we got through the gate, the next guy who was routing the traffic sent us right back out the gate. DENIED! The parking lot was full, I guess. So since we were right there anyway, we drove home and walked back up there (which only took us a few minutes). Then we walked and walked trying to find a spot to sit and we ended up sitting in front of the port-a-potties. As if I hadn't had enough close encounters with bodily functions lately with the potty training and the penny hunt. It really wasn't a big deal except when one person came out and we got a nice whiff and I blurted out, "Woah! Sick!" Sometimes I forget to be subtle...good thing it was getting dark. Then the people in front of us were standing, then to top it off, the smoke from the fireworks just kindof stayed in a big cloud, so they weren't as impressive. The kids were still in awe, so it made it all worth it. Maya was asleep in the stroller about 2 minutes after the fireworks ended, Lydia had a yogurt and went right to sleep.

Oh! I almost forgot, I brought pretzels to snack on and I was holding Lydia and she turned to me and started to tell me something all excited and she sprayed soggy bits of pretzels directly into my eyeballs. It was not cool. Not. Cool.

Here's Kelly and I looking like we're drunk or something. (Is Kelly flashing a gang sign?):

And dang it, look at my whiteness. I honestly have a tan. I swear. This is my tan. We'll just say it was because of the camera flash.