July 4th - Our Own Kind of Fireworks

Every day is like the Fourth of July when you have a child with Autism.
Spectacular colorful explosions in the form of salsa flying and fantastic displays of emotion rather than blowing up fireworks in the sky.
Similar.  But different.
It was hot here--so we hung out in the back yard and played in the water.
We skipped the fireworks for obvious reasons.
Crowds.
Fear.
Noise.
The over-stimulation factor.
The irony of the predictable amount of unpredictable; our life in a nut shell.
On the bright side, the Doodle is really getting good at throwing a ball.