If I were Congress, I'd pass legislation to make Independence Day Independence Week instead. And if I were the President, I'd sign it. I'm neither, but that didn't stop me from having a lovely 3-day weekend.
I need to post about Live 8. Sooo good, so looking forward to the DVD release. I won't go into the sorry-ass coverage by MTV/VH1.
We went to Valley Cats games on Sunday and Monday, arriving about an hour into the game in each case. Call me a beeyatch, but I take great pleasure in informing seat claimjumpers that they are in our 2nd row behind the dugout seats and they'll need to move.
Anyhow, as I suspected, Alex is a little bit freaked by fireworks. He loves them and really wants to watch, but the noise bothers him. With some reassurance, he warmed up, but it was a bit iffy at first. If it weren't for the fact that he so clearly wanted to watch them, I would have just taken him right home. Of course, after it was over he was telling us all the different sounds fireworks make and talking excitedly about getting home to draw fireworks on his "Magma" Doodle. Hopefully the fireworks re-indoctrination will pay off when we go to Disney. (He loved them there, but was unable to say "fireworks", referring to them as "fuck." Any doubt whose kid he is?)
On the way home from the game on Monday night, we were listening to Trout Fishing in America -- Alex likes them more than the Black Eyed Peas, if you can imagine that. A sweet song called "Count on Me" -- wanna listen? -- came on and Alex was softly singing along. When he got to the chorus, instead of saying "you can count on me" he said, "I can count on Mommy." <sniff, sniff>
And a photo from the game...this is such a serious look, but get a load of those gorgeous eyes: