Happy 4th

Mimi came the week before the 4th to start the on sleuth of visitors that we'd have for the next 2 weeks.  It's nice to add a little flavor to the house, and it actually makes me clean, which is always a good thing.  The look on our visitors' faces was priceless every time, the first time they'd see that our "guest room" is actually an offshoot of our bedroom, and that they'd be merely separated from us by some french doors.  Potential visitors beware.  Not sure which is more shocking, that, or the fact that we keep our AC on 79......as a courtesy from the normal 81 degrees that we keep it at.  Gotta keep those outrageous electric bills in check.

While in town, Mimi got to see one of Chance's basketball practices. 

He was eager to perform for her

I've been so impressed with his willingness to give it his very best, and really listen hard to what the coach is saying, usually taking things very literally.  The coach instructed them to dribble down "around" a cone, and then shoot a basket.  "Around" meaning just go to the outside of it.....but to Chance, the literal meaning was dribble a full circle around it.  Little misinterpretations like this keep us in check to the age of the kids we are dealing with........really, they are just little people!

For the 4th, we spent the morning at a very "American" parade, full of people decked out in spirited garb, waiting on the side lines of the road for the parade to come by.  I felt very American to be back there participating in that, but I've gotta say these American gatherings are taking some getting used to.....it's just down right culture shock which ever way you tackle it. Found myself wishing that there could be just one cappuccino stand amidst the concessions, one clean toilet, and some form of sausage other than a gross hot dog.  

After the parade we headed back to our place, where the full on Baganz family joined us for lunch, along with the Williamson's.  We busted out our Swiss fondue set and did it up Texas style with chips, salsa and queso.  And my Danish water carafe from Linda got to hold the Sangria.

Brooks as usual, batted eyes at every one and doesn't know a stranger except for Joy who continues to make him cry.  It's just plain embarrassing, really, such behaviour out of my child. 

So cheers to a Happy 4th!