And so opens a particularly exciting week for young Declan. Wednesday he gets to don some red, white, and blue for the good ol' U. S. of A. while celebrating his first holiday. (Though this week's picture is the British in him poo-pooing the festivities with a classic baby sneeze.) After the fireworks have blasted and the sparklers are long gone, he will rejuvenate with a quick siesta for his first plane ride. Mama has to be ready for a bright and early departure at 5:45 *cough cough* a.m. On my toes I will stand (getting quite the calf work-out while slightly weighed down by carry on, baby, and diaper bag)- ready for cries, fusses, and lots of cuddles. But ya know, I believe that Declan is sweet enough to realize that he has to conserve his energy for the onslaught of love he will be getting in Charm City. And in doing so, will sleep and nurse the entire time. Wishful thinking? We'll see!