Sunday started out pouring rain, and it looked as if the day might have been a wash out, but it cleared up and the sun actually came out long enough for Grampy to take Connor fishing for the first time. We were unsure of how interested Connor would be in fishing, but he LOVED it. He picked it up very quickly and it wasn't long before he was holding the pole and fishing by himself! After we were done, he kept saying "I go fishing again?". We'll definitely have to take him again soon!
Sunday night were the fireworks, and Connor was not impressed. He buried his head on Mom's shoulder and would NOT look at the fireworks. I don't think it was the noise that bothered him as much as the light. Maybe next year will be better!
The fourth turned out to be an absolutely beautiful day. A very HOT, beautiful day, which Mom loved, but Connor - not so much. He took to the shade every chance he got, but there wasn't much shade since Uncle Nate's big tree came crashing down this winter. Connor finally went to the porch with Dad for a much needed break from the sun.
He did like the parade - he had a great time counting ALL of the fire trucks (23, according to Connor), and many uncles and cousins marched with the fire department with their sharp new uniforms. Grampy was driving one of the trucks and Connor was ecstatic to see him. He still looks at the pictures and thinks it's pretty cool that his Grampy drives a fire truck. I'll post more another day, but here are a few pics from Mom's camera:
