Our Fourth festivities were spectacular. It was my first time off for the holiday in four years, and to celebrate, my parents came down for the weekend.
As if Allison wasn't reason enough, the fireworks display in our area is rated the No. 3 in the country, mostly because it's timed to music. And since Jerry's radio station broadcasts the music so viewers far away can crank their car stereo and appreciate the effort, we got a bunch of VIP passes, which placed us a few hundred yards away from where they were being set off.
It was the first time my parents visited for the holiday, so I was worried they would regret abandoning their typical plans, but at the end, my dad announced, "THOSE WERE THE BEST FIREWORKS I'VE EVER SEEN!"
Plus, he got to watch me sprint for a porta-potty to relieve myself from the wine we smuggled in.
And that alone must've been worth the drive.
Alli loves using my mother-in-law's basement shed door as a ramp.
Toby is a douche at the pool. He now jumps in when he feels like it,
so we're trying to teach him to climb out on his own using the ladder.
Allison would live in the water if she could.
Sparky getting a little love.
Alli has never warmed up to Jerry's brother-in-law,
Tom, so he tried bribing her with a bag of fruit snacks.
Watching Jerry set off an at-home fireworks display.
And the boys toss caps at each other.
Beer bottle bottle rockets.
Red, white and blue (and pink) beauties.
Allison introduced herself to everyone sitting around us while
waiting for the fireworks to start. She showed off Bear and Bunny.
I think Alli slugged my mom in the face right before this photo was taken.
There was a lowering of the flag ceremony by local
service members before the fireworks were set off behind it.
The sky provided it's own show that night, too. I dream of
days like this in February. It was nice to fully soak it in.