On Tuesday afternoon I got a call on my cell phone from a number I didn't recognize. I usually don't answer those, but for some reason I did. It was N. At the dam he's working at there is no cell reception. He called to inform me that there was a change of plans to his work schedule today. He would be home late. In a spur-of-the-moment decision, Zoe and I decided to go to him. That meant a very fun trip to Ritzville, WA - population 4 fast food joints, three gas stations and one Mexican restaurant
we will never patron again. Zoe had never been to Ritzville for a night, so she was beyond excited.
Tuesday night we ate from a safe restaurant and then played in the pool. Because N's hotel room only has a king-sized bed, we got to share. N got the 1/3 closest to the air conditioner, Zoe got the middle 1/3 and I got the 1/3 closest to the bathroom. This getting older thing really disrupts my sleep.
For the entire night Zoe slept on my 1/3 of the bed, her lovey got her 1/3 of the bed and N got a glorious night of sleep!
For our 4th of July, we took a trip to N's temporary dam that he loves more than life itself.
Zoe and daddy practiced skipping rocks, throwing driftwood and posing by signs because I told them we had to document this life moment. Then we watched several people launch their boats into the water as we got insanely jealous!
It was time to head back and Zoe learned what happens when you're on a rural road, nothing between where you came from and where you're going and she says, "I have to go potty."
We went back to Ritzville, played more in the pool (where Zoe learned to hold her breath and go under water), jumped on the hotel bed and bought some sparklers. In our county you can't have any fireworks. Any and all things that explode, no matter how pretty or immobile they are, they are illegal. Some of my best memories of the 4th are spent sitting in a lawn chair with the hose watching all the fountain fireworks on our street. I was always a little worst-case-scenario when it came to fireworks. In my defense, no house or shrub or person ever caught fire on my watch! It saddens me that Zoe will have a different memory of the holiday.
To remedy that, we bought some sparklers in a county that allows fireworks and brought them home to celebrate the independence of the USA. Appropriate, no?
Zoe took to them like she did to all the firsts of her day. There was lots of smiles, giggles and a sweet rendition of "You're a Grand Old Flag" sung by Zoe herself.