Enoch really gets into the 'splish splash' part of taking a bath. If you look closely at the picture you can see the droplets of water all over.
4th of July isn't the same since we moved from Rye. Eve asked for bacon this morning, because every 4th we'd walk on down to the church for the annual pancake breakfast where she could eat bacon (can you tell we don't eat bacon?). We would spend the morning singing, eating, and enjoying the ward's company. Maybe some day we can resurrect that, but this ward seems to leave for the holidays, in Rye everyone came home for the holidays!
The kids and Bill will hoof it down to the levy and watch the fireworks show tonight. I'll stay on the porch and view from afar, Enoch isn't into loud sounds, they upset him - the dog too. So we'll sit in the comfort of our porch chairs.