July 4th was great for our family. We had an 11:30 brunch with some friends from Alex’s work. They and their other guests were really nice and my three children behaved maybe better than they ever have in their entire lives.
Then some quiet time. And then a pool party at the across the street neighbor’s. I stayed home and worked for the first hour of that party, but apparently Quinn fell into the pool as he sat beside Alex. All turned out well though as Alex quickly decided that saving Quinn was worth jumping into a freezing cold pool. The guys’ babysitters were there and they had a blast playing with them.
At 7:00 or so, on to the next party down the street. Yay for me, the babysitters were there too. They had a great time. We had a great time. Everyone got brownies, cupcakes, hot dogs, and glow-in-the-dark necklaces.
Way past bedtime, but we took the two-minute walk to the soccer field for fireworks at 9:30. After a rain scare from 9:25 to 9:30, the show started. Jack had wandered off, so he and Alex watched the show on the edge of the field. Apparently at one point Jack told Alex with utmost seriousness and sincerity: “I love them. I love them.” After we got home and I asked him what his favorite part of the fireworks was, he said, “To get the fireworks in my mouth.” See, we live that close to the fireworks that my son could be amongst the embers floating down and pretend to catch them in his mouth. Fortunately our house didn’t burn down.
Sam spent the entire fireworks show with his hands over his ears. See, when you’re within ember distance of fireworks, they are really LOUD. Quinn, after looking amazed for a while and then muttering “scared” at one point, fell asleep. Yeah, you read that right, Quinn fell asleep during the fireworks show that was being set off less than a football field’s length away.
All in all, Team Stimey in top form.