We spent the 4th on Nantucket with Christine and Chris, at the Braunohlers.
There were sun-filled gardens.
And assorted adult shenanigans.
New parenthood with an amazingly calm and graceful little person named Avery, which incidentally means “King of the Elves.”
Liam had a crafty idea for the parade.
And a sweet ride, too.
The patriotism was palpable.
Reid would also like to point out that he had a sweet ride as well.
And that he chose not to be buried alive and turned into a sand monster, like his brother.
No matter how much fun that was.
We found a number of dead squid, which was really neat.
They make great beach toys.
And we posed for an all-baby Hawaiian shirt photo.