Granny Pat had her annual 4th of July party and there was a huge crowd that consisted of her whole family, my whole family and the entire neighborhood of Pleasant Hill. I always have a good time. Patrick does an amazing job with the fireworks and I was looking forward to it again this year. Last year I was VERY pregnant and miserable and didn't enjoy it much so that was more reason to look forward to it.
It ended up stressing me to no end.
It was not enjoyable.
There is only one Mallory.
There are way too many family members who want to get their hands on her and it becomes a 'competition' of sorts to see who is the favorite.
Grandma Louise is the most negative person I have ever met in my life. I really think she stares me down to come up with new ways to criticize my abilities as a mother.
People LOVE to give my baby sweet tea. This is something I have struggled with since day one of becoming a mother. I have lost count of how many times I have kindly asked to not give my baby sweet tea that has sugar and caffeine in it and they do it anyway.
Because it doesn't get dark until so late this time of year, the fireworks started after Mallory's 9 pm bedtime. Therefore, I had a cranky, whiny baby who everybody and their mother wanted to know 'what was wrong' and 'did I want them to take her?'
Okay, enough of being Debbie Downer but this is an accurate description of my feelings after the cookout and all I could think about was how I was ever going to survive Mallory's first birthday if the 4th party was this bad?!
We did get a family picture first thing upon arriving and I love the picture. I also loved Mallory's little red and blue Kelly's Kids dress she wore. She's had it a while and I've planned on her wearing it for the 4th. My boo has an awesome wardrobe, if I must say so. Not many toys, but way cool clothes. She is her mama's daughter afterall.
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