We started our 4th of July weekend with the traditional breakfast at my dad's fire station. The food was good, the company was better. We then went and got our hair cuts by the best beautician around, and then on the way home from that we stopped at an Insta-Care and had two of the three diagnosed with Strep throat. Good times. Later that evening we traveled to Thanksgiving Point, to watch the best fireworks show around. The wind decided to make an unwelcome and quickly turned into a tempest. It was crazy windy, and Reed offered me his sunglasses to protect my contacts from all of the dust. Lucky for me, I was wearing them when a fiery ball of firework shrapnel hit me in the eye. Because of the wind, the fireworks show quickly became a firestorm of burning cardboard. It was intense. The blankets were burning, the kids were screaming, babies crying. I think it was one of the best shows I have seen, or worst. Anyway, the show was short, due to the wind pushing the fuse or something, but it was still good, and quick, which I was thankful for because of the wind.
On Sunday, Reed and Taylor went to church and then we all went to Grandpa Mark's and Grandma Debra's. We took our leftover fireworks from John Adam's Day and let the rest of them off. It was a fun time. As you can tell from the picture the kids look horribly ill...
Monday we watched the Patriot, which Reed firmly believes should be required watching on every 4th of July. It really makes you think about the sacrifice those poor people made for us, and in turn makes you eternally grateful.
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