4th of July blues.

Darn. Dakota's first 4th of July was not really one to remember. She got a cold. It kind of started the night before, but we thought it was probably either her allergies or that second bottom tooth coming in. The morning was a bit hectic, trying to get Jared out the door (he had to be at work by 11), packing dinner, making lunch, etc. I was able to snap this picture before Jared ran out the door to try and capture some memory of the 4th:

Notice the smile on her face, because it quickly disappeared. Darci and I tried to make the day exciting, so we got ready to go eat lunch and get a few small fireworks. We got some snakes, smoke bombs and sparklers and headed to lunch. Lunch was CRAP. That's okay, it wasn't going to ruin our day. A few days ago, I had purchased a inflatable pool for her to swim in in the backyard. I felt really darn bad for her because she was getting noticeably sicker as the morning progressed. So I decided to return the pool since she couldn't even enjoy it being sick and managed to find a cool table toy. Which she loved. For a few minutes.

The poor girl was so sad. She would cough, then her nose would run. Then she had a stuffy nose.

She finally went to bed around 6:30. No fireworks. A pretty sad 1st 4th of July. But luckily, today, she feels a lot better and I can tell the cold is leaving. Thank goodness!