Though there was a minor glitch that forced us to miss local fireworks, sort of, (more on that in a moment), the weekend was everything we were hoping for - lots of relaxing, lots of family time, great weather, a fun parade filled with candy-throwing pirates and hand-shaking politicians, no suitcases and minimal driving.
My favorite part? The adorable, patriotic outfits we scored for the occasion.
The kids were fantastic at the parade. We got great seats in the shade (it was SO hot that day) and made sure to bring snacks and drinks to occupy them while we waited for the parade to start. Lindsey, as always, was more than pleased to pose for the camera.
Ryan was excited to see and hear all the fire engines and eventually made his way to the curb to wave, yell Happy Birthday America and hobknob it with Senator Carper.
Their "ah ha moment" - figuring out that some of the parade people threw candy at them. As soon as Lindsey picked up on that fact, she joined her brother by the curb and turned on the charm.
So after sitting in the hot sun and and treking back and forth to the car with chairs, food, cups and kids, we decided to run home and regroup before heading out for the nighttime fireworks display. We were in and out in about 15 minutes - enough time to change Lindsey's diaper, let Bailey out, re-fill water cups and grab some more treats and toys to occupy our time before the fireworks started. With kids piled into the car, I looked in my purse for keys. They weren't there. Nor were they in the car. I asked Nate if he had them - nope.
As the words "Rye, do you know where my keys are?" came out of my mouth, I realized I already knew the answer. He confirmed it: they're inside - behind the TV. I saw him take them out of the door when we walked in and I saw him place them next to the TV by the front door. But I was so busy trying to make it a quick pit stop that it didn't even occur to me to grab them again before we left. The closest spare key? On Rt. 100, with Uncle Mike, about 40 minutes out. Great.
Luckily, we have a cell phone, the fabulous invention of delivery pizza and our awesome neighbor Kim. We let the kids play on her swingset while we vented to her about our dilemma and waited for our pizza to arrive.
And who was just as annoyed as we were? Bailey, who didn't understand why we locked him in the house while we were all outside.
So we never made it to the local fireworks show. But there were plenty to see in our neighborhood. And considering how wiped out we were from the days adventures - being able to watch fireworks on our front steps, in our PJs, was probably the better plan anyway.
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