For me, the 4th of July signals summer. Regardless of how hot it has been leading up to it, or how many ears of corn we’ve cooked and eaten, the 4th is the day. I love it – there is something electric about celebrating the birth of a nation, wearing the read, white and blue – but most of all, the kids love it.
This year, we’re planning on taking my daughter the parade and letting her watch the kids on their bikes and trikes ride by. We’ll bring hers, but the chances that she is actually going to get on it and ride down the street are slim, so we’ll keep the expectations low this year!
I know she’ll talk about it for days afterward. She’ll talk about which bike she liked the best and other more random thoughts. We’ll come home, have a small cookout here at the house, play outside, go to the pool and unfortunately – put the kids to bed before the fireworks.
The fireworks are the best part of the 4th of July for me, but unfortunately, my kids are just to young to 1) stay up until they start and 2) to enjoy them. Knowing my 2yo, she would be scared to death of the loud noises and wouldn’t be able to enjoy the beautiful colors and shapes exploding into the air. I’m waiting for the day that she will look up at the colors and shapes and open her mouth in amazement. I hope that next year, she’ll be ready…I know I am!
