Our 4th of July festivities were pretty low-key.
We did a little swimming:
I made this fun garland (original found here) out of red ticking stripe and scraps from an old pair of mom jeans while watching Ironman. And, since the Olympics are just around the corner, I'm going to keep it up indefinitely.
And set the peeps to work grillin'.
|Mmm... Pizza with turkey and corn. Try grilling up a gourmet pizza that can top this felt and plastic one, Uncle Tom.|
|Unfinished felt T-Bone|
|Is it wrong that I'd much rather make felt food than the real stuff?|
Anyway, the littles got a kick out of grilling stuff alongside daddy. Now they want fire.
FINALLY, it was time to head out to watch the downtown fireworks from a hill behind a parking garage at a local university. I'm not kidding. We've done it two years in a row now, and it works pretty well.
|Sarah towel-gating before the show.|
FYI, the whole breaking a glow stick into bubble solution to make glow-in-the-dark bubbles is a Pinterest hoax. The solution glows for a little bit, but the glow stick guts make the bubbles un-blowable.
|"It's like glitter, Mommy."|
I didn't get a picture of my favorite sight of the night: both kids fast-asleep in their beds, faces lit by the yellow light of the glow sticks still clutched in their chubby fists.