We stayed in town for the 4th. Swimming, birthday party, cooking over a fire, 10K race, small-town parade, fireworks, picnic dinner while the Eugene Symphonic Band saluted our veterans. It was worth staying in.
Towels on the line, swim trunks still on, making a fire to cook the rabbit he shot. Not really, but he is definitely going to be our designated campfire builder.
Mmm, tofurkey dogs wrapped in organic (store-bought) pizza dough. Tasty, tasty.
Elena's portrait of Bunny. Looks like she caught him off-guard.
Here I am getting passed by a very nice runner who felt bad for getting in the photo. Course (and 10K) PR, all with stars on my legs.
Awaiting the parade in Creswell. We missed the fighter jet flyover because we waited in traffic on the highway for 40 minutes. I am very lucky my kids are so patient.
Headband AND kettle corn. Why isn't she smiling?
I do love me a nice, old tractor.
Happy Independence Day!
Mr. S. and I (the night owls) caught the fireworks, which started at 10:15 this evening. We biked down to the river, laid out a blanket, and covered up with a down blanket. Eighth moon (named by Mr. S.) setting to the west, personal fireworks being set off all around, blue glow bracelets, and some chocolate buttons. We were afforded a fantastic view of the fireworks across the river, and Mr. S. called the smoky ghost firework leftovers “dents” in the sky.
Good night. Fireworks are still being set off all over the neighborhood. I always feel like I live in the Wild West on the 4th.
I’m starting to really like the 4th of July. The kids make it so much fun. Your are pretty cute, but you know that.