Yes I know I'm about 2 wks late on this, but I haven't gotten around to blogging much.
So, for the fourth of July weekend we were able to go back to our hometown of good 'ol Fairfield, IL. This place is tiny, but it just happens to hold most of our favorite people in it, so whenever we get a chance to go back we do. We knew the fireworks wouldn't start until sundown, about 9pm. We also knew that Jesalyn's bedtime is normally 730 but we wanted her to have the July 4th experience so we thought we would "give it a go." She did so good until the first firework went off. I think it was a combination of hanging out outside in the dark for the first time, with the sound of the firework plus a train that just happened to pass at the time that scared her, and then add in to the mix that she was 2 hours past sleep time. She just didn't make it. She started screaming. So, Jarrod and I took her home and put her to bed. We did get to see a few fireworks in the distance while driving home.