The title of this post comes courtesy of the sweet song Whitney and Monica wrote years ago. We were singing it all weekend. Ask me for the tune. It'll get stuck in your head too. The main trouble with it is that Daniel and I only know these lines so we sing them over and over.
4th of July was really a whole weekend this year. It was great.
Being patriotic on the stair landing- her favorite hang out spot lately
Saturday wasn't too eventful for us. We went on a long walk in the morning during which Sadie fell asleep in her stroller. I only mention this because it hasn't happened since Sadie was about 6 months old.

Picture of the Oarweed's actual strawberry shortcake.
You can find anything on the internet.
We had Tyler and his roommate Nick over for dinner and I attempted to recreate the most delicious dessert on the planet- strawberry shortcake from The Oarweed (the restaurant I worked at the summer after I graduated from high school). If you ever happen to be in Oguinquit Maine- go to this restaurant! This dessert has layers of warm shortcake biscuit, fresh strawberries, sweet strawberry sauce, vanilla ice cream, and whipped cream. I have been attempting to recreate it for years, but this was my closest attempt yet.

I really wanted to take Sadie to watch the Stadium of Fire fireworks but Daniel vetoed it. Seeing as we sat in traffic for about 2 hours last year it was probably a good decision. We kept Sadie up late (she normally goes to bed about 8 PM) and walked around watching the neighborhood kids set off fireworks.

We were surprised that she wasn't scared of the noise. She cries at all loud noises- vacuum, blender, electric beater, etc. She just seemed mesmerized by them. These were the only 2 pictures we got of her looking at the camera instead of the fireworks.

By 10 PM Sadie just wanted her bed. We did have fun watching the small fireworks shows and we got to meet a few more of our neighbors.
On the actual 4th of July we went to church and then went up to SLC for a family dinner.

On Monday, July 5th, Sadie and I got up and drove Daniel to the airport. At the airport Daniel opened Sadie's car door, kissed her, and said goodbye. Immediately upon the door shutting Sadie was hysterical. I don't know if it was a coincidence or if Sadie understood what was happening but I had to pull over and make her a bottle to calm her down.

Sadie and I stopped by IKEA on our way home from the airport. Some advice- don't go to IKEA by yourself with a baby if you want to buy furniture. And don't allow your father to feed the baby baked beans the day before so that she poops up her back while you are shopping. And don't neglect to check how many diapers you have left until you are actually in the bathroom at IKEA and find out all you have is a swim diaper. At that point just go home. Don't continue to shop and then pick out a bookcase that is too heavy to lift so you have to ask emo teenagers for help. Don't think that just because it is now in your cart you can get it home. When you get to the self-checkout with a screaming, smelly baby and realize you have to lift the box up to scan it with the barcode reader you should give up. If you don't give up just realize you are going to have to ask more people for help lifting up the box to scan it, pay for all your items, and then slowly wheel it all into the family bathroom to check on the progress of the poop up your baby's back. You are going to have to wheel it all the car, strap your screaming baby into her carseat, and wait around until someone is willing to help you load it into your car. Don't drive your Hyundai Sonata to IKEA if you buy furniture because then the random kind strangers who are helping you will have to spend 10 minutes trying to finagle a way to fit the boxes in your car.
It was a bit of a rough trip to IKEA. And yes, I do realize that if I could have just gone home at any time and gotten out of the mess (besides the liquid poop diaper- dad that is all your fault!).
All that being said, IKEA is amazing and I will be returning soon sans baby, but with husband and our Ford Explorer.
Saturday wasn't too eventful for us. We went on a long walk in the morning during which Sadie fell asleep in her stroller. I only mention this because it hasn't happened since Sadie was about 6 months old.

Picture of the Oarweed's actual strawberry shortcake.
You can find anything on the internet.
We had Tyler and his roommate Nick over for dinner and I attempted to recreate the most delicious dessert on the planet- strawberry shortcake from The Oarweed (the restaurant I worked at the summer after I graduated from high school). If you ever happen to be in Oguinquit Maine- go to this restaurant! This dessert has layers of warm shortcake biscuit, fresh strawberries, sweet strawberry sauce, vanilla ice cream, and whipped cream. I have been attempting to recreate it for years, but this was my closest attempt yet.
I really wanted to take Sadie to watch the Stadium of Fire fireworks but Daniel vetoed it. Seeing as we sat in traffic for about 2 hours last year it was probably a good decision. We kept Sadie up late (she normally goes to bed about 8 PM) and walked around watching the neighborhood kids set off fireworks.
We were surprised that she wasn't scared of the noise. She cries at all loud noises- vacuum, blender, electric beater, etc. She just seemed mesmerized by them. These were the only 2 pictures we got of her looking at the camera instead of the fireworks.
By 10 PM Sadie just wanted her bed. We did have fun watching the small fireworks shows and we got to meet a few more of our neighbors.
On the actual 4th of July we went to church and then went up to SLC for a family dinner.
On Monday, July 5th, Sadie and I got up and drove Daniel to the airport. At the airport Daniel opened Sadie's car door, kissed her, and said goodbye. Immediately upon the door shutting Sadie was hysterical. I don't know if it was a coincidence or if Sadie understood what was happening but I had to pull over and make her a bottle to calm her down.

Sadie and I stopped by IKEA on our way home from the airport. Some advice- don't go to IKEA by yourself with a baby if you want to buy furniture. And don't allow your father to feed the baby baked beans the day before so that she poops up her back while you are shopping. And don't neglect to check how many diapers you have left until you are actually in the bathroom at IKEA and find out all you have is a swim diaper. At that point just go home. Don't continue to shop and then pick out a bookcase that is too heavy to lift so you have to ask emo teenagers for help. Don't think that just because it is now in your cart you can get it home. When you get to the self-checkout with a screaming, smelly baby and realize you have to lift the box up to scan it with the barcode reader you should give up. If you don't give up just realize you are going to have to ask more people for help lifting up the box to scan it, pay for all your items, and then slowly wheel it all into the family bathroom to check on the progress of the poop up your baby's back. You are going to have to wheel it all the car, strap your screaming baby into her carseat, and wait around until someone is willing to help you load it into your car. Don't drive your Hyundai Sonata to IKEA if you buy furniture because then the random kind strangers who are helping you will have to spend 10 minutes trying to finagle a way to fit the boxes in your car.
It was a bit of a rough trip to IKEA. And yes, I do realize that if I could have just gone home at any time and gotten out of the mess (besides the liquid poop diaper- dad that is all your fault!).
All that being said, IKEA is amazing and I will be returning soon sans baby, but with husband and our Ford Explorer.