Showing posts with label july 4th. Show all posts
Showing posts with label july 4th. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

An Independence Day Lesson

Last July 4th, we had the most wonderful family fun day. I've been quietly looking forward to this year's adventure for quite some some. I just knew it was going to be fantastic. We were going to follow the same plan: park, ice cream, fireworks. It was going to be wonderful. Everyone was going to have a super duper day.

or no.

It rained and that really threw us off. No problem, we'll go to McWane until the rain stops. (McWane closes as 6 and the fireworks start at 9)

We all took turns pulling on ropes.
my turn

Husband's turn

Daughter's turn

Son's turn

Daughter is getting better and better at taking pictures of things and people. I didn't even have to crop this one to get Husband and I in the middle.

dancing. This is a move that Husband and I call "the donkey kick" They were cracking us up with their mad skills.

So after McWane closed, it was still raining. a lot. That crossed the park off our list and made the picnic snacks I packed slightly redundant. We adjusted our plans and decided to go to a restaurant to get something to eat. Then we'd head to the park, park the car and walk to downtown Homewood for ice cream and find a spot to watch the fireworks. great. back on track. mostly.

Husband and I make a quick list of all the places we've taken the kids that they have done well at. Well, first we go to Nabeels. closed. Then we head to V. Richard's. closed. Next we stop by Rojo. closed. sigh. We did see that Mellow Mushroom was opened, but we weren't too terribly keen on it. But we headed that way. That's when Husband mentioned driving by Sitar.

HURRAY. The Indians didn't close to celebrate Independence Day! The food was great as usual, but the kids were wound up and the service was slow. So enjoy my dinner, I did not. There were lots of threats. And lots of "sit downs" and "stop doing thats" They weren't loud and they weren't disruptive, but it still stresses me out when a 2 and a 3 year old can't sit in a chair and be still for 40 minutes. (insert laugh here ... really all the parents of 2 and 3 years olds, take the opportunity to laugh at my lunacy) Still, they've done it before. I know they are capable of proper behavior. So sometimes I forget they are toddlers and will, ya know, act like toddlers.

With dinner over we headed to the park, loaded the stroller and started walking to So-Ho Sweets. We also made the mistake of telling the kids that was where we were going. So they are getting all geeked up about getting ice cream. We get there and (drum roll please) So-Ho Sweets is closed. Not closed for the day, but empty with a for lease sign on the door. (sigh)

ok, no ice cream much to the kids' dismay.

So we head to our fireworks watching spot and try to salvage the day. I pull out the glow necklaces and the kids run around and play for the 15 minutes that we're waiting on Thunder on the Mountain to start.

showing off their necklaces
(BTW, this is Daughter's new favorite party dress. I got in on clearance at walmart for $3!)

This is when Husband corralled the troops so get them calmed down a little right before the fireworks started.
during the fireworks they marveled and danced and ran around and cheered. They really enjoyed the show.
a shot of the fireworks
An Independence Day Lesson: you can't recreate perfection, so you might as well just shoot for fun.

And the truth is, I was stressed out and mad that things weren't "perfect." We didn't recreate 2010 and all go home euphoric. But the kids did have a great time and Husband and I did laugh a lot about the ridiculousness of the situation. It wasn't perfect, but it was fun.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Sunday: Thunder on the Mountain

This year we decided to go watch Thunder on the Mountain. I've probably been a dozen times, but Husband (Daughter and Son) has (have) never been. It starts at 9 but viewing areas (any place in the Birmingham area where you have a view of Vulcan) gets crowded hours before.

We got to Homewood Park at 6 and decided to stay as long as the kids were having fun and then we'd decide from there.

Daughter watching Husband push Son in the swing.

the climber.

the other climber.

I was really cramping his style. It's hard to run around when your mom keeps trying to take your picture.

They both enjoyed the spring car.

Daughter left for more climbing and Husband joined Son.


At about 7:30 we left the park and started walking towards downtown Homewood. Husband and I were hoping our favorite ice cream place, So-ho Sweets, would be open. Luckily, it was.

Son and I grabbed an outside table while Husband and Daughter went in to order some treats.

Daughter picked out "purple ice cream" She yelled at Husband when he tried to correct her on the color. She loved it.
He also got a little cup of Nutella ice cream that we shared. It was yummy.
Son and his crazy lactose intolerant stomach enjoyed a peanut butter cookie.

Next, we walked around downtown Homewood and enjoyed their July 4th block party celebration. Daughter never misses an opportunity to dance in public.


At about 8:30 we started heading back toward the park to watch the fireworks, but on the way we found an amazing spot to stop at instead.

We were right in front of Fretted Instruments and Daughter enjoyed hearing the pickers and violin players (she could not be convinced that they were fiddles) while we waited on the fireworks to start.
I had the forethought to bring a glow stick necklace that I bought 1/2 off the day after Halloween. It provided a little entertainment. I also remembered flash lights, which turned out to be a blessing.

fireworks

Daughter watched the first 3 minutes and the last minute. The rest of the time she spun around and around chanting "fire work b-u-ful"

Son, my patient rock, enjoying the fireworks. He just sat and stared and bugged his eyes at all the appropriate times.

fireworks

It ended up being a raging success all the way around. We all had so much fun. No tantrums, just fun. On the stroller ride back to the car Daughter kept telling us she wanted to show our cat the fireworks. Poor Gracie, she always misses out on the fireworks.

Sunday: Daughter, the chalk version.

We started our July Fourth with bubbles and then moved on to sidewalk chalk. This is the progression of our first creation: Daughter. (Son definitely would not be still long enough for us to make a Chalk Son)

Patiently waiting for me to finish tracing her.

"Come on. Let's color you!"
"oh-tay, Mommy"

blond hair? check
pink lips? check
blue eyes? Daughter put herself in charge of that.

Son decided to add a little orange to Daughter's hair while we worked on the shirt.

apparently, Daughter also thinks she has blue arms.

Son's just not sure about my artistic direction. He needs to think about it before he commits to any more marking.

shorts.

Son is ready to help again.

The hair still isn't right.

Daughter's chalky feet.
Next, we went in the house, had lunch and naps and started getting ready for Thunder on the Mountain.