Red, White, and Blue

Okay, so maybe it’s camo around our house.  It doesn’t mean we aren’t patriotic.

This year we celebrated Independence Day (yes, this post is a bit late) for about two weeks.  Josh and the boys would set a handful of fireworks off each night before bed which was all leading up to the HUGE celebration/party we attend every year at the home of our good friends, the Wedels. (I left my camera in the car ON PURPOSE and it was nice to actually get to participate in the fun)

This year they rented a margarita machine, thanks Kristy.  I’ll be dreaming of that machine for weeks.

The point is after our party at the Wedel’s, we usually lay low for a week or so to recover.  BUT, this year, my folks and Josh’s folks wanted in on the action, too.  They don’t think it’s fair that we ignore them on the 4th of July for friends, fireworks, and LOTS of margaritas.   I do understand, which is why we decided to have a 4th of July bash at my mom’s house, too.

Instead of REALLY big fireworks, we decided on some of the fun, smaller stuff the kids could help light.  Who knew the men would be just as bad for those as they are for the big ones.  Just look at the TORCH Josh and the rest of them took turns carrying around.  Lord, help me.

We did have a great time and I DID bring the camera since the boys (the little ones) were in on all the action.  Here’s a recap.

Just getting started…

Do you really need a TORCH to light a tiny paper chicken?

The boys got to light a few.  Yes, I’m a bad mom.  I’m over it.

Even Carly and Will enjoyed the craziness…

Will a little too much, me thinks.

The rain sprinkles came and went more than once, so the umbrellas and towels were always nearby.  I just kept thinking it was a good thing since the men were trying to burn the house down.

Wes didn’t wanna miss something exciting by running to the potty.  I can’t really blame him.

The sparklers are always fun, too.  Although, Ty says it was more fun to light the short ones all at once and watch them burn on the sidewalk.  Whatever floats your boat, kid.

AND, we ended the night with homemade ice cream delivered to the scene of the destruction by Karri and Steve.  YUM!

We had a TON of fun!  Wes is still asking why we can’t buy more fireworks every night of the week.