We celebrated here with a pool party and hot dogs on the grill with our wonderful neighbors (Hi Larsens!) and Papa and Gaga. Later, the boys (really, the dads) set off a bunch of fireworks in a not-so-safe fashion. Ahem- that would especially be my husband, who was actually aiming them at Brandon (the other dad).
The evening's highlights: 1- Porter (who is 3) getting the first bee sting (besides Bryan) from our hives. 2- The Mason jar explosion that occurred when someone put 120 lit sparklers inside of it.
Chase and Gavin pretty much missed all the fireworks, which I kind of feel bad about (Chase, mostly) but in reality, he would probably be scared and sign "all done" the entire time. Also, we started them like 2 hours past his bedtime and the child really needs his sleep. Next year, perhaps.
No photos. I sucked this holiday up this year...no matching t-shirts or anything...!
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