Since we just returned from our annual week-long vacation in Minocqua, WI this past Saturday, I hadn't really thought about how we were going to celebrate July 4th. I spent Saturday and most of Sunday unpacking, re-stocking the fridge and cupboards, and tackling the mountain of laundry while Ben worked to get the yard back in shape. Thankfully, the lawn no longer looks like a prairie and after a trip to Home Depot for a small chainsaw purchase, the huge limb from the birch tree in our front yard that was snapped in half during a storm while we were away is cleaned up. The big kids, who thoroughly enjoyed vacation, were still happy to be home and had a grand time running around the yard while Olivia helped me with laundry and errands.
We had been debating whether or not to take the kids to see fireworks despite Allie's pleas and insistence that America's birthday without fireworks would be against everything good in the entire world. When I found out that a neighboring community was holding their fireworks display on July 3rd, we decided to risk it (our kids usually go to bed at 8 pm....fireworks in MN don't even begin until 10 pm...we don't usually get home until well after 11:30 pm....our kids do not understand the concept of sleeping in...the day after is not pleasant) because we'd have an entire day to recover before normal life resumed on July 5.
After pizza for dinner on Sunday night, we packed up our chairs, blankets, bug spray, snacks, glow bracelets, and flashlights. We arrived around 8:15 pm and found a prime spot to view the fireworks. We proceeded to kill the next hour and forty five minutes by eating lots of candy, playing card games, and taking lots of pictures.
As it started getting darker, the kids enjoyed watching the surrounding neighborhood's illegal firework displays.
While Allie and I went for a bike ride after breakfast, Ben stayed home and blew up the backyard swimming pool and slip n' slide (or "slick 'n slide" as Zach calls it) for the kids. The kids spent most of the beautiful day outside in the backyard swimming.
We ended the holiday by roasting marshmallows around the fire and eating way too many 'smores.
And, just because I can't resist, here's one last picture of the world's happiest baby ever. Plus, I figure you can't be too irritated about making it through the longest post ever after laying eyes on that cute grin....