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I was going to make a real post about the beach and the Fourth of July, but I'm busy trying not to lie on the floor crying. Freaking Aunt Flo.
July 8th, 2009
I really loved Fourth of July in my new town. They really have such a sense of community here and it's awesome. They had a parade in the morning down Main Street from the elementary school to the high school. We walked over with the kids and found a spot. Patrick and Joey walked across the street to get Slurpees and we hung out slurping (including Daniel, who stole my slurpee and apparently knows how to use a straw) while we waited for the parade to make its way to us. The streets were lined with people (and BTW, I don't think I've ever seen such a vanilla town. Wow.), lots of families with young kids. The parade was NEVER ENDING. It was literally an hour long parade. I took pictures, but eventually got tired of snapping because it was so long. I need to get around to uploading them to my computer. Joey and Daniel seemed to like the parade...although I think Daniel got tired of the sirens and we had to cover his ears. They even had a cannon at the end that fired off periodically as it rolled down the street. Very cool.
In the evening, the local park had live music, food and fireworks. Mike and Jenny came over for dinner and then all of us went to the park to watch the fireworks. It was a great display, probably about 30 minutes of awesome fireworks accompanied by a live band playing John Phillip Sousa marches. Daniel loved the fireworks. He sat there attentively watching them and occasionally pointing at them, like "look at that, Momma!"
I got a little emotional thinking about new traditions with the kids. Twenty years from now, I want them to remember how we'd always go to the parade and the fireworks on the fourth. I know it's a little silly, but I love seeing my boys enjoying new things and doing this kind of stuff as a family. I'm really liking living in a small town. I like being able to walk down the street to my aunt's house, and I'm looking forward to becoming a regular at some of the local places. It's really neat here.
In the evening, the local park had live music, food and fireworks. Mike and Jenny came over for dinner and then all of us went to the park to watch the fireworks. It was a great display, probably about 30 minutes of awesome fireworks accompanied by a live band playing John Phillip Sousa marches. Daniel loved the fireworks. He sat there attentively watching them and occasionally pointing at them, like "look at that, Momma!"
I got a little emotional thinking about new traditions with the kids. Twenty years from now, I want them to remember how we'd always go to the parade and the fireworks on the fourth. I know it's a little silly, but I love seeing my boys enjoying new things and doing this kind of stuff as a family. I'm really liking living in a small town. I like being able to walk down the street to my aunt's house, and I'm looking forward to becoming a regular at some of the local places. It's really neat here.