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Fourth of July

I've really come to love the fourth of July with Sammy. We usually keep it simple with good food, go swimming, read good books, and then have fun with family and friends. One of my favorite things about Sammy is that he is also not a die hard fireworks fan and is totally cool with staying in on the fourth. 

This year we went swimming the day before but went for a long walk as a family in the morning admiring the million dollar homes nearby. My favorite thing is to point out all our favorite features of each house. Let's be real, I'll probably never have a home like that, (and at times it seems like we'll be in apartments forever haha) but it's fun to dream! 

After our walk Aaron went down for a nap and I was able to get some writing done. Then I made some guacamole and we waited for Aaron to wake up so we could head to my parents for lunch. Lunch was SO good and we introduced Aaron to a lot of different foods. 

We played for a bit and when Aaron got tired we went for a drive hoping he'd take a car nap. He didn't, so we went over to some old family friends of Sammy's to introduce them to Aaron since they hadn't met him yet. Despite his slightly confused expression in these pictures, he had a great time. 
We chatted, caught up, and had some delicious Cuban food. Aaron tried flan and loved it. (I also asked about how to make flan since I tried to make one back in May and it turned into soup and apparently I did everything right so I'll just have to try again.)

We headed home in time for Aaron to go to bed and once he was asleep we stayed up bingeing a few episodes of Stranger Things. When the fireworks went off I was nervous Aaron would wake up but thankfully he slept right through them. It was a great fourth! 

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