On Sunday we had nothing planned for the 4th of July. We were hanging out with Number 4’s friend M, and her parents J (Mom) and R (Dad). I asked them what they were doing on the 4th and suggested they come over for a little barbeque.
At that point, R had a few beers in him.
“I’ll bring the fireworks,” he said.
“Deal,” I said.
Number 3 and 4 were especially excited.
At about 8:00 yesterday morning, 3 and 4 started with the “When are R, J and M coming over?”
“You’ve got 6 hours to go,” I told them.
Around 4:00 Number 4 started asking when we were going to do the fireworks.
And that’s when I realized that maybe R’s beers (and not so much R himself) wanted to get the fireworks he mentioned on Sunday. But I knew Number 4 would wear him down. After the like, 15th “R, when are we gonna watch the fireworks?” he suddenly left on a “secret mission.”
Okay. Fireworks in place.
So our day was filled with everything you are supposed to do on the 4th of July, punctuated by the question, “When are we gonna watch the fireworks?”
We swam in the big pool.
“When are we gonna watch the fireworks?”
Had a dance party in the little pool…
“Is it time for the fireworks yet?”
Created some great memories.
“When are we gonna watch the fireworks?”
Hung out with friends and ate some corn on the cob.
“How much longer until the fireworks?”
Spent time with family.
“Is it time for the fireworks?”
Made some smores.
with extra grass…
“Can we watch the fireworks NOW?”
Yes. Finally, the much anticipated fireworks.
My husband and R went to do their man stuff and set them up. The rest of us were all in by the pool. My husband set up his special firework launching apparatus waaaaaaaaaaaaaay outside the pool area.
“Do you have to be so far away?” I asked.
“These babies are gonna LAUNCH!” he explained to me. Apparently I’m completely naive and uneducated when it comes to fireworks. I rolled my eyes, contemplated arguing with him, but ultimately I just shut up.
They lit a “test” one. Number 4 was bouncing up and down with excitement.
And then….well, it was basically like lighting a bouquet of sparklers.
“Those are stupid,” Number 3 said.
Fireworks in Connecticut are pretty lame. The “launching kind” are illegal. You have to go to New Hampshire to get halfway decent ones. R’s secret mission definitely did not include a trip to New Hampshire…
But Number 4 was happy. It doesn’t matter how big something is, as long as it’s sparkly.
“Can you move in here by us now, so we can actually see them?” I asked.
So we finished off the night with our very modest fireworks show.
Most of them looked like this:
But some of them looked like this:
At one point, there was just a bunch of shit literally on fire on that little fireworks launching pad.
But everyone had fun watching.
If anyone is going south of the border before next 4th of July, please let me know 😉
Sounds like the perfect 4th of July.
It really was 🙂