Fourth of July weekend. I remember looking forward to The Fourth as a kid because our neighborhood had a fun parade with lots of candy and we could decorate our bikes. As I got older, it was "cool" to walk all over downtown with friends, get ice cream, enjoy the masses of people, listen to the bands, and watch fireworks. Although this past weekend didn't involve any of that, I think our family still made a few special memories.
Grady Lee informed me that we "don't have a flag hanging on our house like the neighbors and we need to get one." Instead, I suggested the boys kick off the weekend by painting their own flags.
The boys helped me assemble a Fruity Flag Pizza, which Micah said was his favorite pizza he's ever tasted in his whole entire life. Quite a declaration for well-lived three and a half years of life.
Not old enough to be a helper just yet, Annalyse did a great job of licking a spatula, and a great job of looking cute while doing it.
The boys always look forward to "playing sports with Daddy's fwends on Sunday night." They explore in the woods. They dig in the sand. They play soccer with "the big guys." They get endless attention from the girls. Life is good when you're little and there are lots of willing hands to play with you.
While grilling Monday evening, the wind picked up and dark clouds rolled in quickly. As soon as dinner was done we decided to do sparklers in case it started to storm.
Of the four boxes of sparklers to use, we made it through half of the first box before both boys were crying. The wind from the incoming storm was blowing sparks on their hands, and even though it didn't hurt (I don't think!), it was scaring them.
If I'm being entirely honest, though, I was thankful for the incoming storm because it meant early baths and early bedtimes. Nothing to keep the kids up late for, which meant Grady and I could listen to thunder and watch a movie. And that, that sounded like a good ending to a good weekend.