Hey Baby, It's the 4th of Julyyyyyyyyyyyy

Yesterday, we had the good fortune to attend the annual barbecue at the Bator house. John made his first official appearance this year since he didn't quite make it out in time last year. I must say that I felt bad using the charcoal briquettes. I felt as if I were cheating on Sweet Lady Propane, but the propane grill was cooking too slowly and the charcoal was cooking nice and fast.

For the most part, John was good. I say for the most part because he wasn't quite used to everyone in attendance. He's quite standoffish when he wants to be (he gets that from me). He did warm up a bit and behave quite well...until the fireworks came out. At that point, all bets were off and we had to go home. Poor little guy got scared and we beat a hasty retreat back to Park La Brea. Oh well, I suppose we can go without fireworks for the next God knows how many years since John II will probably be the same.