Our family tradition of celebrating the 4th in Alabama nearly got derailed by a nasty tummy bug this year. Wow, my sweet boy was sick.
Up until the morning we were supposed to leave, we weren't sure he was up for it. Trace slept 17 hours straight. He crashed on the couch at 3 o'clock in the afternoon and after several attempts to wake him, I finally sHoOk him awake at 10. Luckily, he correctly answered my obnoxious questions of, What is my name? Where are you? When is your birthday??? I'm nothing if not overly paranoid.
I was ready to pull an all-nighter after his 7 hour nap, but he went right back to sleep and didn't wake up until 8 a.m. All the grands were sitting-on-go awaiting the signal. I sent them this picture after the Poptart stayed down. We were ready...
These next 2 pictures may be my favorite of all times. My heart...
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