Yesterday was a nice calm day around the house. We got up and went to church like usual on Sunday morning, then came home and all took afternoon naps. Since we were new to the area and didn't really know what was going on for the Fourth, we opted to just hang out here at the apartment. Besides, I don't think any of the four of us really felt like getting out. In the evening we decided to sit out on our little back patio, and see how Britt liked his "new yard." He most enjoyed throwing his ball down the hill, and then bringing it back. That is until some of the neighbors started shooting off screamers, whistlers, and firecrackers. The little boy would duck down, scrunch up his shoulders and run like he was in the middle of a mine field. He would nearly get to the ball and some more would go off, and he would turn around without the ball and run back up the hill, saying "Pop, pop." We got a real kick out of it, and even though the video is a bit out of focus, maybe you will too.