So, I forgot to post after the 4th of how
running2theedge and I managed to traumatize our child, even before birth.
We went to the local fireworks here in Nashua, and sat on the hill just below where they set them off (a family tradition). Well, aparently the loud noise spooked the baby who jumped a few times. After a particularly loud succession of booms the little one tried to run away. It was an interesting sensation of something about the size of a kitten trying to hide in my rib cage :)
It made us all laugh (Mom and Dad were with us) and decide that next year we may have to watch from a bit farther away.
Besides, as my Dad always said: "If you can't mess with your kids minds, whose mind can you mess with?"