The Fourth of July

Last year on the fourth of July, Cal and I went to the water front to catch the fireworks and it was miserable.  There were hundreds of people there, most of them smoking cigarettes, or setting off fireworks and causing smoke.  I was pregnant and pretty much felt gross the whole time.  Then the walk back!  Ah!  The super drunk people that never come downtown, attempting to navigate themselves back to Beaverton.  It was less than ideal.  I couldn’t imagine then how I was going to bring a new baby into this madness next year!

This year we had a plan!  I’m not telling where we went, because so few people were there that I’m afraid to spoil it for next year.  I know, it’s not fair.  Anyway, we loaded up the baby and headed down to our secret location and watched gleefully as the fireworks lit up the sky.  Andor (now four months old) was thrilled by the whole thing.  He even made oooh and ahhh noises!  It made the whole ritual worth it!  I can’t wait till next year.

If you’re a Portlander, you may be able to glean where we were from the photos!  If so, see you next year!