While we missed the fireworks and 95% of the guests, Nate, Theo, and I did
make it to Catherine
and Carl’s 4th of July/housewarming party (two hours before it officially started). We (meaning Nate) carried the stroller and beer up five flights of stairs; admired the digs; chitchatted about work/tv/cats undergoing gender reassignment surgery; guzzled a few drinks; enjoyed yummy gazpacho and cheese that tasted like butter; cast our votes for the much-touted guac off; and (of course) showed off the little man.
Look at him! How sweet is he? And this photo was taken about a half hour past his bedtime. What a little trouper. He put his grumpy pants on hold so mama and dada could get their drink on. You’re my very favorite baby!