The 4th Of July

I guess the boy and I did a little too much celebrating this weekend, because we both woke up sick this morning.

Nausea.  Dizziness.  Headaches.  I think we each took twelve different naps today, and neither one of us ever made it out of our pajamas.

And THAT is why this recap of our 4th of July is going to be short.  And sweet.  And rather generic and boring.  It’s because, regardless of the twelve naps today, I’m ready to head back to bed, because my brain doesn’t shake with the vertigo when I have it on a pillow.

Our holiday weekend was very simple… and very fun.  Usually, year after year AFTER YEAR, Hubs and the boy and I join a giant pack of our friends at an enormous field just outside of Small Town’s city limits, where a grand display of fireworks is shot off.  We go for the evening… we haul out barbecues and side dishes and blankets and Frisbees and lots of bubbles for the kids to blow.  It’s always a ton of fun, right in the middle of LITERALLY 5,000 cars, vans, trucks, and station wagons.

This year, Hubs and I met for a rather informal meeting to discuss our 4th of July celebratory options, and we laid the Big Gathering O’ The Friends out on the table.

It was voted down.

Unanimously.

In one-third of a single second.

It’s because Thing 2 is two years old.  He’s a mover and a shaker and also a runner, and we KNEW that losing him in the midst of 5,000 cars, 388 different games of touch football, 2,900 different barbecues, 727 games of Frisbee, and a line for the portable potties that stretched from Small Town to Manhattan would be EASY.  All he’d have to do is dash behind a car in one direction, with me circling the car in the opposite direction, looking for him, and we could lose our line of vision on him.

So… since we adore Thing 2 and really wanted to still have him on the morning of July 5th, we turned down the big family party that four-fifths of Small Town’s population attends every year, and we opted to keep things closer to home.

We had a barbecued dinner with Hubs’ parents and his brother and a couple of cousins, and it was one of the most relaxed evenings we’ve had all summer.

Plus, FRUIT PIZZA.  It was the highlight of my month.

Grammy bought the kids some fireworks to light, which is when we discovered that Thing 2 is TERRIFIED of “firecracks.”

(People, he called the firecrackers “firecracks” all night, and we will NEVER call them anything else now.  Firecracks, it is.  For the rest of our lives.  Amen.)

Thing 2 clung to anyone who would have him, as he scrambled up legs and into laps, whenever the small explosions would start up.  Brothers, cousins, and uncles were all safe havens.

IMG_5887 IMG_5911 IMG_5926 IMG_5925 IMG_5924 IMG_5942IMG_5997 IMG_5943Grammy and Papa have a small irrigation pond in their yard, which they water their grass from.  The kids HAD THE VERY BEST TIME throwing over half of their explosives into the water this summer…

… which happens EVERY summer.

IMG_5915 IMG_5916 IMG_5937 IMG_5939 IMG_5928In between fireworks, there were tractor rides…

IMG_6037… and dinner…

IMG_5946 IMG_5950 IMG_5957 IMG_5958… and miniature cupcakes that had JUST A TOUCH of artificial food dyes laced completely through them…

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Eventually, Cousin A surprised EVERYONE, as she got Thing 2 to stomp on those little bits of explosives that you throw onto concrete patios and sidewalks to hear them POP.  He refused for over half of the evening, and then blam.

We all turned our heads to see Cousin A had enrolled him in LITTLE SNAPPING FIRECRACKS 101, and she had taught him to set them on the concrete and stomp on them.  She had accomplished something that none of the adults had been able to do all evening, as Thing 2 FLAT OUT REFUSED to have anything to do with ANY firecrack, all night long for us.

IMG_5963 IMG_5966 IMG_5967 IMG_5971 IMG_5982 IMG_5985 IMG_5987There were also a few swimming lessons that took place in the giant tub of ice, which (at the beginning of the barbecue) held all of the cold drinks.  Those were quickly set aside after dinner, so that Thing 2 could play to his his little heart’s content in the ice water.

IMG_6080 IMG_6084 IMG_6086 IMG_6088 IMG_6091 IMG_6094 IMG_6095And then… we came home.

And we went to bed, like your typical set of senior citizens raising two young boys would do.

Our Saturday was spent knocking out a few chores around the house, and then the boy and I woke up sick this morning.

And THAT, people, was our entire weekend.

But, from the four of us here at Jedi Mama, Incorporated… we would just like to thank every man and woman from our military branches… both past and present… who has done the things they’ve had to do… fought the battles they’ve had to fight… who have slept on hard dirt and humid jungle floors and viciously hot sand… so that we might experience true freedom here in our country.

Thank you.

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