Firework Time

Yay 4th of July!

Yet again this year J-Man bought far too many fireworks. It's the advertising, I tell ya. He just can't pass up a Buy X Get Y Free sale. If I had a psych degree I'd try to analyze what that says about him, but instead I'll just shake my head with a smile and be ok with the trunks full of explosives he keeps acquiring.

That's J-Man's 2nd most patriotic outfit. Keep scrolling for #1

I didn't take enough pictures of the day when you consider how packed it was. We had the church pancake breakfast (where we lost PDG, but thankfully later found him) followed by a nearly-rained-out parade with friends in the Barcroft neighborhood.

In the afternoon we headed south on 95 to a barbecue with so many meats J-Man thought he'd died and gone to heaven. When we left around 7:30 it had really just started, but PDG and MDG can be tantrum timebombs at that hour, and we figured we'd spare the casualties by heading out before the exhaustion set in.

from the week before. we started the buildup early

Back in our yard on Mormon Street, a handful of neighbors also were forgoing the big shows and planned to set off some fireworks in their driveways. We invited them to pull up a blanket and before we knew it there were seven families all gathered in our lawn as we alternated setting things on fire. You should see the pop-it graveyard of tiny white papers still floating around out front. And we keep stepping on unpopped ones too, much to PDG's delight.

MDG hated it. I mean, HATED it, so he hit the hay after about five minutes. Some of the other babies were rockstars and acted like the whistles and squeals (both of the big siblings and fireworks alike) were totally normal background noise.

By 10 we still had plenty left to set off, but there's always next year. Or next week, even. We G's don't have to adhere to the rules of when to celebrate what. I mean, that's what being a G is all about. That, and wearing shirts like the one below.

Was you first question, "Is that Monica?" because the answer is yes. Was your second, "Is that a saxophone on his back?" or "Is he stepping on an alligator?" or "Is that the joint he didn't inhale in his mouth?" because we're pretty sure those answers are yes as well.

Happy Birthday America