4th of July (Finally)

I **always** forget something when I pack, so this weekend it was really no surprise that I forgot to pack the camera for our trip to the Shore. So I tried to make due with my phone (again).

She loved the waves.

And chasing the birds.

Nana.

We had a nice mid-day drive/nap to pick up Uncle Brian at the train station, and I found my camera in the diaper bag. Then we met back up at Back Bay for a bite.

And saw the baby for the fireworks.

Becca wanted to hold her.

While excited about the fireworks in theory, she was done well before they finally started. Think fireflies.