I am sure you are disappointed.
So! Friday we took a quick dip in the Chi O fountain after daycare, as is becoming our summer ritual.
Then a quick dinner at 23rd Street Brewery, where our son proved that he is pretty much officially a todder (translation: odd). He tossed all toys aside, because, oh. He would much rather play with the KU-themed complimentary after-dinner mints the entire time we are at the restaurant.
Peter had a good time. This included watching the washing machine work (with the aid of a flashlight).
Speaking of the 4th! I have no photographic evidence, but we also stopped by Nik and Rick's for a few hours, enjoyed some time on the trampoline and also flying the millenium falcon. Kinda sorta (that kite, it did not want to fly).
Also! Peter zonked out in the late afternoon, and woke back up about 9pm. Totally off schedule, but it meant he was able to check out the city fireworks display with us. He hooted and clapped with the best of them, that's our boy.
When we got home Peter dumped all the decorative stems out of a vase in protest of having to go back to our boring home. Then we went luggage-shopping and out for dinner at a Mexican joint. Afterwards he acted as if he was some freshman sorority sister who drank too many margaritas, and passed out in the car the second we buckled him in. He never woke up, not even when we spent 5 minutes talking to the neighbors when we got home, nor when we took him up and changed him into PJs, or put him to bed...