My family usually celebrates the 4th of July at my sister's, where my brother-n-law grills out hamburgers and hotdogs (burning a couple dogs for me) or cooks up a big batch of his yummy bbq. This year we had the pig with all the fixins'.
Here's Ren posing with one of the desserts - patriotic cupcakes.
The neighbors (several of them, in fact) put on quite the fireworks show, which would rival those of many small towns. It was the best kind of entertaiment. Not only was it freee, we had great seats on my sister's patio and didn't have to fight the traffic to watch the one which was being held in our nearby county seat. Actually, that one was cancelled at the last minute because the pyro company never showed. I'm just glad we weren't among the thousands sitting around waiting for the show or, rather, no-show.
Anyway, we had promised the boys we would pick up a few fireworks of our own to shoot when it got dark, so we headed up the road to a stand.
My question is this...when did fireworks get sexy? My nephew Jonathan said it best when he remarked, "I don't know if I'm at a fireworks stand or an adult book store." To me, the funniest picture of the night is the one below of the boys taking a gander at some of the descriptions. I think they were rather shocked. Even John-Heath, who is not yet a full-fledged reader, seemed a bit stunned.
When you have two children it's all about equality. Here Jonathan is making sure everything is evenly divided in his sons' basket.
John-Heath making sure everything he had in his basket gets in the sack. Megan is in the background being all stuck up. Just kidding. Actually, she was throwing her hair out of her face.
After only asking "can we shoot them now" about a hundred times, John-Heath finally gets his hands on a sparkler. Last year, he called them sprinklers. He was also sick last year and missed out on the family party.
Who knew they could create so much smoke?
The boys and Jessie watch from a safe distance.
We gave the neighbors quite a run for their money with our airplanes, tanks, and pooping puppies (wish I had taken a picture of that!). I'm sure they were just soooo envious.
"You didn't make it, Goose."
A few final shots of the grands and great-grands on the steps. Because of the one in the gray shirt, the only teacher in the shot by the way, we had to take this picture about ten times, and between each take John-Heath would head to the door trying to get to the kitchen for something to drink. Eating 5 cupcakes makes a boy thirsty.
Family time is the best! Hope your 4th was as bright as ours.