I know that I promised pictures from our 4th of July, but there actually aren't many... at least not ones that are worth posting. Here are a few though, just for fun:
A picture of Dad, taken by Mark.
A picture of Mark, taken by Sophia while we waited for it to get dark enough to light the fireworks.
A picture of Dad and Momma, taken by Sophia while we waited for dark. Dad could hardly wait to light fireworks...
This is Mr. Buns, the pet bunny my Momma caught in our garden. He was eating Momma's flowers, and Momma tried to shoo him away, but instead he came TOWARDS her. Figuring that he is someone's pet, she caught him, and we put him in a box. We hung up "found" signs all over the neighborhood, and called the pet shelter. They told us we could bring him in to be treated for the fleas he had. We did, but took him back home (along with a cage the shelter let us borrow), because the shelter would have euthanized Mr. Buns if the owners weren't found after 3 days. The old owners haven't contacted us, but we've found a nice lady who wants to adopt him.
This is me down by the Columbia. Dad and I went here on Monday during our "men's night" - we fished, and drew in the sand with my cool cool sword. I love my Dada!
A picture of Dad, taken by Mark.
A picture of Mark, taken by Sophia while we waited for it to get dark enough to light the fireworks.
A picture of Dad and Momma, taken by Sophia while we waited for dark. Dad could hardly wait to light fireworks...
This is Mr. Buns, the pet bunny my Momma caught in our garden. He was eating Momma's flowers, and Momma tried to shoo him away, but instead he came TOWARDS her. Figuring that he is someone's pet, she caught him, and we put him in a box. We hung up "found" signs all over the neighborhood, and called the pet shelter. They told us we could bring him in to be treated for the fleas he had. We did, but took him back home (along with a cage the shelter let us borrow), because the shelter would have euthanized Mr. Buns if the owners weren't found after 3 days. The old owners haven't contacted us, but we've found a nice lady who wants to adopt him. 
This is me down by the Columbia. Dad and I went here on Monday during our "men's night" - we fished, and drew in the sand with my cool cool sword. I love my Dada!
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