I love Independence Day. I don't know totally why. Maybe it's the colors associated with it. Maybe it's because I share my birth month with our nation. Maybe it's just my fond memories of watching fireworks as a kid. Maybe it's all of the above. But I just love it, so every year I take pics of the kids in their red, white, and blues. Usually I make them something new, but not so this year. They just wore what they had.
Starting out on the trampoline, the sun was completely in their eyes, so no good shots there.We headed to the front yard for some shade and a different direction. Liam didn't want to take pics, so he kept pulling up his shirt and running away. You can see on his face how he's getting upset.
Our neighborhood had a little parade -- kids on bikes, et cetera.
All in a row.
Later that night we did sparklers. Good idea. Give your kids burning sticks and tell them to run around with them. We had a few "forest fires" as the kids call them, but we still have a lot of grass left in the yard.
Kellen especially thought "doing the fire" was fun. He's just a little too enthusiastic about this.
"Isee mew" = "I see the moon."
You know it's not a real holiday without a big wrestling match on the trampoline afterwards. Despite all the running and tackling, we had an injury-free day.
The kids went to bed, and Michael and I watched the fireworks from our back yard. It was a quiet evening, very relaxing. Next year I think we'll be a little more boisterous and do it up big. Hope you all had a fun holiday!
