We do most of our celebrating on the 3rd – it’s the day of our party and it’s also the day of our neighborhood fireworks – but we still have to squeeze in a little more fun on the 4th. Of course.
Good-friend Maggie always reserves us seats at a local parade, so the girls were front and center – dressed in their WelaWear again, with candy bags in hand, ready to wave engagingly and fill those bags to the brims.
(L to R: Hannah, S2, H2, Ro, Ree)
Well the candy was a little slow to come this year... but all of the girls still got more than they could eat (funny how they’re supremely interested in the candy during the parade and then forget about it immediately and never touch it again).
It always makes me grin when our favorite Canadian goes all out for our celebration – this year she had a U.S. shirt and visor. Go Catherine! (By the way, when I was commenting on all of our pictures to her, I said “Wow, that is a whole lot of red, white, and blue!” And Catherine replied “Oh I know, eh?!” Hee!!!)
Dinner that night was at a fave Chinese restaurant and I think the waiter was amused when we (or more specifically the five girls) ordered and ate SIX plates of dumplings. Mmmm mmmm.
We rushed home from dinner for a special Wela and BobBob fireworks display that they procured somewhere while they were on their recent month-long antique auto trip. They started with poppers (immensely popular with the seven-and-under crowd):
Then proceeded to a variety of sparking, flaming, whistling, crackling jobs. I think the girls were equal parts impressed, exhilarated, and terrified.
It was a good show. And in the end, I looked around and saw five happy, tired kids, one lone toy flag still in the backyard, and some scorched patio. I’m calling that a successful 4th of July.