Just because the 4th is over, it doesn't mean the fireworks are.

Little man had another rough night Sunday night.  He woke up screaming about 2 and even after rocking and talking wouldn't let me put him back in the crib.  So, I ended up taking him back to my bed.  He tossed and turned and tested every square inch of the bed, and eventually fell asleep on my arm.  I was vaguely concerned I was going to have to gnaw my arm off this morning to avoid waking him when it was time to get up.

In the evening the kids were plenty fired up. There was plenty of squabbling and screaming but no actual blood shed.

  

Upsides were blueberry chocolate chip pancakes w/ patriotic sprinkles for dinner,  a rousing reading of "Bear Hunt" before bed and a new piggy bank for Dalton.