The 4th of July was one of my very most favorite days of the year when we lived in Pullman. I was really missing it this year. We had traditions set in place that had been happening for 4 years and I was sad to not be doing them. I wasn’t sure what to expect here, but it turned out to still be fun.
My Mom had mentioned to me that people had already started setting up their chairs and roping off their spots for the parade the next morning. What the what? While we were out running errands, I drove by the area I had in mind to watch the parade and sure enough, every inch of curb was already taken. Again, what the what? I don’t even know what to say about this behavior or how to explain it. It hurts my brain to even try to break it down. Maybe I need to ask a born and raised person of this fine state to explain it. Because of this behavior, I wanted to stay home all day and not interact with any of the
crazy people. However, what is the 4th of July without going to a parade?!
Novalie invited a friend since it was the first year not going with cousins. We got there an hour before the parade started, found a great parking spot, found a great tree to set up our little camp under. I sat there and still did not understand the need to mark your area the day before. (I am really baffled by this, can you tell? ;)) We got a perfect spot. When the parade started the girls walked to the curb and I had a great view of all the parade participants from my shady tree. All those people in the hot sun on the curb (who set their chairs/blankets there the day before) were missing out on a great spot.
4th of July Cuties!
I double ♥ this picture. Waiting for the parade to start by reading “Baby Mouse” comic books.
After the parade, we got big yummy snow cones. So American. So 4th of Julyish. So perfect.
We dropped Novalie’s friend off and headed to my brother and sister-in-laws house for some swimming and a barbecue. Big juicy steaks and Benihana ginger sauce (my brother makes it yum-o) make me happy. 🙂
Novalie and her cousin, Alyssa, swimming.
*Note to self on future 4th of July’s: Do NOT let your daughter and husband go to the firework stand without adult (as in me) supervision. They will come home with way over the 4 you said they could get. However, as your daughter fell asleep that night and I asked her what the best part of the day was, she said…”buying all those fireworks with Daddy.” SO, you might just have to lighten up a bit and turn a blind eye to the price on that receipt. Still, next year, you should go with them.*
The rest of the night, we set off our fireworks and Novalie ran and danced around with sparklers. We set off an aerial firework that our area had banned for this year (I think, I am still not sure where the boundaries were). Seconds after it finished, a firetruck drove by s.l.o.w.l.y and we thought we were busted. They kept driving, but we felt too guilty/worried/nervous to set off the other big one, so we are saving it for the 24th. And that ended our 4th of July.
Setting off her worm daytime fireworks.
It is so hard to catch a little girl who would not stop twirling around with sparklers to snap a picture. I don’t blame her.
Watching the big (illegal) firework go off!
H~A~P~P~Y 4th of July!