Growing up, I have so many great memories of 4th of July with my family. My grandma would always come visit, we'd grill, play with sparklers, go watch the fireworks show on the hill, and then get ice cream at Friendly's. Nothing too much, but definitely memorable to me. I hope that Aidan has just as many good memories of this holiday while he's growing up.
Our poor little fella has been battling a double ear infection (at 6 weeks - not fair!) and has been pretty fussy for the past few days, which now all makes sense. He started sniffling over the weekend and Sunday night had a little cough. After using my "mother's instincts" and Dr. Google, I was panicked. I even used the good-old rectal thermometer since I was convinced something was wrong, but no fever. My husband thought I was a little nuts, but thought it would be good for me to take him in for peace of mind the next day. So happy I did since he ended up having a double ear infection, and we caught it right before he got a fever. Incredibly grateful I listened to my gut with that one! And, he's already 13.3 pounds. Such a chunk!
This all leads up to me saying we didn't do anything significant for the holiday. In Reno, there are pretty much two options - the fireworks show in Sparks and going to Lake Tahoe. Since neither of those is extremely convenient with a fussy 6-week-old, we decided to go low-key. We celebrated with lunch at one of our favorite Mexican restaurants in Midtown, then spent the majority of the night wearing Aidan around the backyard to calm him down.
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