Everyone has to write a obligatory Fourth of July post, right? I mean it's only fitting to inundate the blog world with pictures of food, families in matching red/white/ n' blue, and grown boys letting their inner 12-year-old selves out for a day to have a legitimate excuse to play with fire. Anyway, my post is only a week late because who can write about all the festivities the day following? I needed to let it marinade a little, take in the fact that my my baby does not enjoy fireworks and the sound of even the faintest one sends her into a fit of convulsions. It made for a picture-less and dramatic ending to our Independence Celebration.
I don't know what your Fourth was like but ours was an all-American affair full of parades, BBQs, slip n' slides (it deserves a post of its own), homemade firework launchers, and of course turkey. It's only fitting in our family that turkey should be consumed whenever possible. Turkey is like the awkward step-brother of the Eagle. Maybe...?
||Our only attempt at a family photo. With, of course, a photo bomb by our nephew||
||We spent the morning at the local fireman's pancake breakfast|| It may be the best $7 dollars you'll ever spend|| And in the wake of the poor tragedy in Arizona it felt so nice to show respect to those men and women who put their lives on the line||
||And there are still ten cousins missing from this picture...||
||I told you. Boys will be boys||
We hope you all had a safe and happy Fourth of July. We are so truly grateful for this beautiful country we live in and for the sacrifices so many have made so we can raise our children in a place we call home.