Since having children in 2001, I have not seen real fireworks. It simply got dark too late, they were too loud, or the kids were too little to handle one or the other. But last night, we finally got back into it.
We spent a good chunk of time drinking mojitos at the pool then hung out in our culdesac for a little sparkler action. GirlChild spent most of the actual firework portion of the evening with her hands/my hands/Daddy's hands, and eventually purple fuzzy Dora earmuffs, over her ears to muffle the loud sounds, but eventually she acclimated.
Fun Day.
