
Time to recap our 4th of July. It was fairly uneventful since we didn't go out of town this year and since it fell on a Sunday. But we still managed to enjoy it and have a fun time. So, for starters, we went to church, came home, took naps...so you see, we were off to a good start, right? But then we grilled outside for dinner while the boys did some snaps on the cement. And who doesn't love doing some snaps, huh?





This was my masterpiece of the day. A blueberry pie...from scratch! Using our blueberries we picked the weekend before. And I learned that making a pie from scratch is difficult, but oh so yummy...and then you top it with some homemade vanilla ice cream and you're pretty much in heaven. Garrett told me it was hands down the best pie he'd ever eaten. And I gave myself a big ol' pat on the back, thankyouverymuch. :)


Then it got dark enough to do our fireworks. We drove to the neighboring parish to buy them, as we've done every year that we've been in town for the 4th and the boys always get to pick out a "special" one of their own. But of course, we had to start with sparklers!


And let me preface this by saying that Sam has hated, despised, loathed--whatever you want to call it--fireworks since he was a baby. Screaming, crying, the works. It's sheer and utter terror for this kid (I honestly think it's a suppressed memory he has of getting burned by a small spark from a sparkler when he was 10 months old...or his birthday candles when he turned one. Now that I think about it, that probably explains a lot!). But we talked a lot about how it would be okay and not scary and he would survive, etc. So he we warmed him up with some sparklers. And he did pretty good. It took a lot of convincing to hold one, but he did it and he actually really liked it!


So then we took the chance to light off "his" firework which was a tractor. He sat on my lap holding on for dear life and then the thing started shrieking and popping and crackling and shooting out flames and the boy just lost it. He immediately turned around and hugged me as if he was really seriously going to die, screaming at the top of his lungs. I'm sure neighbors were thinking someone suffered a serious firework injury by the sound of things. So, okay, not very successful this year with the fireworks! Maybe next year! So he sat inside at the bottom of the stairs while we lit off the rest of them and then he came back out for more sparklers.



See, sparklers are fine...anything else is not. I can still see the remains of tears in his eyes and snot under his nose from crying so hard right before this! The sad thing about it is, the rest of us LOVE fireworks. We used to love going to Friday night baseball games just as much for the fireworks as anything else. Tyler has loved them since he was teeny tiny, even big huge loud ones. No big deal. It's amazing how different these boys are sometimes! So Sam's fear of fireworks has put a damper on the firework love for the rest of us. But it's all right! I'm sure he'll come around, right??? :)

And that is a wrap of the 4th of July (and closing with a sampling of one of our really amazing driveway fireworks. Yes, that was meant to be sarcastic!)!