Joseph has still been going to bed lately- and it is killing my blog-life. By the time he is in bed AND asleep, I pretty much switch the laundry and go to bed myself. So, here are pictures of our nation’s birthday- almost a week late.
If Joseph could pick a title for this post, it would probably be, “It Was the Best of Times, It Was the Worst of Times.”
He thought that the Pop-Its were AWESOME
And he was pretty okay with the spinning flowers, Happy Pagoda, and the Tanks.
(In my family, the menfolk always lit the fireworks- looks like this will continue…)
(Running a way before it starts)
But, this is how he felt about the Sparklers
And then, it came time for the Super Whistle Cuckoo firework.
Joseph seemed to be “a bit scared.”
And, by a bit scared, I mean he climbed up my body and bit my head in a complete panic.
We took a video of the event- but really it seems cruel that I am laughing so hard in it, while Joseph hysterically clings to my head.
What can I say? I have a sick sense of humor.
So, there you have it, folks.
Oh yes, and no holiday is complete without a little spread.