Belated 4th of July

We went to the little 4th of July parade this year again.  The nice part about going to a small town parade is that we can arrive 15 minutes before it starts and still find good, front-row seats. 

  On the way down the street, I pushed the stroller with J and the girls came behind.  I heard someone behind ask, “Do you want a balloon?”  I turned to see someone give their last two balloons to my girls. 

It ought to be against the law to give a family with three kids only two balloons.  Poor J only cheered up when another group of people came by and gave us little flags to wave.

We did do a few fireworks with my sister-in-law’s family, who had come to visit.

C demonstrated how to play with a sparkler without hurting yourself or anyone else.  Then we stood the kids out in the road as far apart from each other as could be and let them play.

J got left out of that one, but he did like the little poppers.  I always considered those to be daytime fireworks.  I never knew they gave off little orange sparks when they pop – but that was J’s favorite part.  He got pretty good at throwing them down and popping them, then stomping on the ones that didn’t pop.