This is what EBug asked me when she woke up from her forced nap. We made her lie down from 6 to 7, so that we would have some hope of a rational human until the 9:30 fireworks.
I am always always tempted to forgo things that might be logistical nightmares in terms of child management. Just mainly, I avoid things that mean my children won’t be in their beds at the proper time. It’s a fault, for sure. That’s where the fun parent comes in. Thank goodness for him. He’s the only reason we’ve ever done anything past 7:30pm.
We had a fantastic morning celebrating the birth of our country as well as the birthday of a precious little friend. I have no pictures of this, which upsets me, because that means it’s like it didn’t happen. But for real, we had such a fun time. Wonderful friends.
Then later in the day, we enjoyed pizza in the park before watching the city fireworks atop the Daddy-Man’s place of work. And I have to say, past the hour of seven pm, Brother Bear becomes a complete doll baby. And EBug, presh til about 8:30.
It was a wonderful day and evening.
Shout-out to Susu and Pops for the munchkins’ festive attire!! And shouts to my in-law family, because every year on the fourth I get a little lump in my throat missing them. We have celebrated some really memorably fun fourths with them. Best ribs I will ever, ever eat. And I just can’t wait for that to be a reality again one year soon!