Hometown Fireworks

It's been seven years since we've tried the 4th of July fireworks at Thanksgiving Point. That was before a few roads were put in, so we watched from a curb in a nearby neighborhood. Then it took us almost two hours to get back to our house a mile and a half away. When you know you're going to be in traffic, you can prepare yourself mentally. We didn't know, and that impression of the fireworks at Thanksgiving Point has stuck with us. (Not great.) This year, though, we did a little deep breathing and scoped out Electric Park before the 4th of July so we'd know where to park and where to sit. We got there about an hour and a half early and brought our own popcorn and candy and water. We had our beach chairs that double as backpacks and we parked ourselves near a speaker.

The first thing Colin did was take off his shoes and socks.

Bridget is a fireworks junkie now.

The boys inhaled that popcorn before it even got dark.

The kids were more interested in the neighborhood fireworks. Bridget likes to keep a tight leash on the boys in public places. 

Unfortunately the boys were TIRED by the time the real fireworks started. It was still fun, but they fidgeted and complained a lot. Bridget, Brian, and I loved them, though. Fireworks are romantic. It took 35 minutes to get home, but we had a movie on for the kids and we knew it was coming. I think maybe a tradition was born. :)