I guess I enjoy the whole fireworks thing about as much as Scooter. He may look like he wants to come outside….but trust me, he doesn’t.
Inevitably every July 3rd, I get the phone call from Stevie on his way home from work, “Sooo, I guess those kids will probably want some fireworks, huh?” ….translated ” I am man and I am hard wired to blow things up” . This line is certainly more believable when all our boys our home, but this year it’s just us. Great….. my sweet little innocent daughters will soon be new recruits in the long line of Wadsworth pyromaniacs. Is this written in the y-chromosome somewhere? Some things you just know had to be invented by males. But I have to admit that I enjoy the boyish excitement as he teaches the girls how to twist ninety seven firecrackers together to really make a big bang. Okay, I embellish the story. But not much. As I type this very blog, sparklers are waving dangerously close to my head.
And remember, it’s only July 3rd. So this is just the preview of the bangs and sparks to come. On a more girly note, we painted our nails red and blue with white polka dots. Then Daddy and Emme conspired together to do a little tree climbing.
This is Emme about half way up our tulip poplar (which by the way we planted when we first moved in 8 years ago… it must be 30 ft high already) See is you can spot her below.
Happy 4th!
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