Independence Day.

Here we are this weekend at the place where it all began -- Independence Hall. Philadelphia throws a birthday party that lasts eight days. We stopped by for the "Taste of Philadelphia" -- area restaurants offering up some of their signature dishes "to go".



It was a hot weekend -- and that always means extra grumpiness from Sophia. A portable misting fan from an official merchandise table made her happy.



So did batting balloons around with Grandpa Tony and Uncle Art.



(A few hours later the acute ear infection pain set in and well --- let's just say I am glad she had already had a chance for a little fun..)

Hope your Fourth was star-spangled!