Happy 4th, err, 6th of July. Well, better late than never. That's my motto typically these days - I seem to have lost any time management skills I used to possess. Being out of work, and on a toddler's schedule really messes things up.
Anyhow, I digress.
We had a nice celebration of the our nation's Independence. It started off rather slow. Mr. D decided to celebrate our freedom by repairing my car. See, we don't have to be told who will fix our vehicles and when. We have the privilege to do it ourselves. Okay, he'll do it himself. I'll watch. And send Grace to help.
He finally finished up, and we cleaned up and headed over to a friend's house to set fires and blow things up. Our friend lives in a city where fireworks are legal. Here in dry and dusty Southern CA, there aren't many cities left that allow personal fireworks. Most people head to parks to watch large scale shows. But we celebrated old-school with some sparklers and fountains.
Grace dug the fireworks. I wasn't sure how she would react, but after a few loud squeals and explosions, she was ready to light her own.
Some of the other (older and wiser) kids wanted to give her a sparkler, but we decided just to let her watch this year instead. She'll have plenty of other opportunities to play with fire when she gets older.
All in all, it was a nice time. We saw friends, ate some grilled burgers, set off some firecrackers, and realized just how blessed we are to live in such a great country.
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