This is how you spend July Fourth weekend if you live in the suburbs and have a one-year-old…

Friday night: celebrate all things great about America with pizza and s’mores.

(Silently curse neighbors with their fireworks going waaaaayyy to late into the evening.)

Saturday: doughnuts from a place called Duck Donuts. I was a Duck Donuts virgin until this weekend. Seriously, it’s worth driving past several other doughnut shops on your way there, including Starbucks, Dunkin’ Donuts, and the other two Starbucks.

Followed by…

Morning baseball. Seriously. Eleven a.m. start time? I’m in on that.

Gig 2-5 at a winery… outdoors in a rainstorm. Can’t win ’em all I guess.

Franklin and I played outside a bit in the evening when it stopped raining but he was asleep long before any fireworks began.

Fireworks on TV. I thought the lead up to the fireworks this year on “A Capitol Fourth” was pretty terrible, but passable with the sound off.

(Silently curse neighbors with their fireworks going waaaaayyy to late into the evening.)

Sunday: not a damn thing.

Perfect.