Turns out Clover's not a fan of pyrotechnics,
neither big (she covered her ears and cried as she ran inside),
nor small (wouldn't get near the sparklers),
because she's quite a little firecracker all on her own.
I teased with the pediatrician at her last appointment that she is our most self sufficient child, whether we want her to be or not. She is going to achieve whatever her little heart is set upon because she is determined, smart, and quick, (not to mention a tooth gapped cutie) a winning combination if there ever was one.
The weather cooperated beautifully,
Drummer ate his first fist full of sand,
we learned how to write with sparklers, which ups the level of sparkling fun by several notches,
enjoyed company of friends,
and a special red, white, and blue concoction á la Olive.
We quizzed the kids to see if they knew exactly what we were celebrating. They knew the who, the where, and the why, but not the when. Not bad.
Grateful for this country.