Boom!

(We interrupt our Colorado travelogue to bring you this special holiday message)
The Fourth of July is just such a wonderful day, don't you think? I think. I always look forward to the fireworks but we hadn't been since the boys were born. You know, we didn't want to mess with bedtime, weren't sure how they'd react to it, yadda yadda yadda. But now that they're more like little people, we figured it was time for a fireworks treat. Someone told us about a church building we could go to and see a show without dealing with masses of traffic, so we did just that.

We prepped the boys a bit to see the fireworks, showing them the boom of a firecracker explosion that happen to be in one of our books, looking at pictures online, and then a few videos. They were ready.

The trouble was, they were too ready. They expected fireworks the moment we got out of the car. "Boom boom boom!" they'd demand, no matter how many times we explained that we had to wait for the sky to turn black.

We finally got their minds of the fireworks by letting them play in the car. What a treat to be in the front!

And then further distraction by blueberries.

Gosh, they're cute kids, aren't they?

I don't think Liam let go of his water cup for an entire hour.

Finally, they noticed some other kids playing in the bushes and they latched onto the idea. They'd weave from one side to the other and hurry back around to do it again. Perfect.

We made a few goofy faces along the way as well. OH, oh my goodness, they also started hug/wrestling each other and it was so cute- usually one of the pair won't want to participate but this time they were both happy to topple all over each other.

Until the wait was finally over. They loved it! The sat watching with rapt attention the whole time, naming off colors and repeating our "wow"s. Thus began a new generation of fireworks lovers.