Saturday, 7 July 2012

Our fourth.

This one was even better than last year. Am I going to say that every year until my babies grow up? 

It was better than the 4th when I was 22 years old and went swimming in the Washington Monument's reflecting pool right before the fireworks.

Better than the 4th when Steve and I, newlyweds, were driving home from a road trip to Montreal and pulled over the side of the highway somewhere in upstate New York to watch fireworks light up the sky.

Mila's first fireworks. We had been pumping her up all day, showing her fireworks youtube videos and explaining that they would be loud but fun. By the time 9 pm rolled around she was understandably excited for this whole fireworks business (and wide awake, thanks to a well-orchestrated late nap bwahahahahaha). She was enthralled: UP HIGH....HOT....PWETTY....TASTE 'EM....TOUCH 'EM....there may or may not be a video posting of her wide-eyed crazy innocent delight. We'll see how well lit it is. But we've got it and it's proof for Wugs to see someday: her first fireworks. And my most magical one yet.

Other fourths: strawberry cupcakes, my patriotic stripey fashionista, Mila's glow bath (or as she refers to it, SUH-PRISE BATH) which is becoming a 4th tradition, watermelon smoothies, Wugs and Papa dressing up Baa and Elmo all patriotic like, and blueberry popsicles.

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