For Katie, putting blueberries on was more like "one for the cake, one for me, one for the cake, one for me..."The forecast was for lots of rain, so Miriam was practically in hysterics that we wouldn't get to see fireworks. It turned out that it only stormed in the afternoon -- just long enough for Mr. Pickles not to be able to grill dinner. :( It was a sad sight, seeing the red-hot coals speckled with rain drops. But it did stop in time for the fireworks, and actually served to cool things off quite nicely.
Getting ready for the trek to the park!
Yes, we're all red, white and blue. Next year I want to make shirts like these with the kids for an Independence Day project.
Eating watermelon at the park -- pure summer goodness. The park wasn't as crowded as we remember -- I guess the rain scared off the usual hordes.
"Daddy, would you cover my ears?"Joseph didn't even blink when the fireworks started -- for one thing he was tired (it was WAY past his bedtime), and for another, I kept him Busy. :) (when he's eating, nothing else in the world matters)
In case you didn't get to watch any fireworks this year, here's a sample of ours, minus the earth-shattering booms:
(the grand finale's always a crowd-pleaser!)
Happy Birthday, U.S.A.!
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