As I wrote my title, I realized, that, in a corny way, Independence Day, was the perfect (albeit coincidental) way to describe Elle's LAST 1st holiday (sniff sniff). We spent the Fourth finishing up some chores, early in the morning, and then eating, swimming, and doing fireworks late into the night. Cecily suffered a sparkler burn (I hate sparklers with a passion - always have, always will), and James and I suffered from being too old to be up that late, but other than that it was fine. My fave part? Probably the homemade ice cream. I'm a sucker for homemade ice cream. This is why we cannot have an ice-cream maker at home. I would have zero self-control.