We celebrated the 4th of July one day after Thanksgiving.
We had fun watching the parade and let Tea scrounge up far too much candy.
I never considered myself a fan of parades until we moved to this community. But since living here, I don’t want to miss it. Our parade never lacks for weirdness:
We realized during the parade that we’d dressed Tea in a hand-me-down “All American ’08” shirt. It was ironic – in 2008 he watched his first 4th of July parade, but not as an American citizen. He’d been home only two weeks at that point and was one tiny and scared little boy. I can’t believe how much he has grown.
After the parade, it is family tradition to watch fireworks from my parent’s backyard, as their community is generous enough to launch them from the park a few yards away. As part of their city’s party, there are pony rides in the street at the end of their driveway. Now, I’m not one to spoil my child, but how exactly does one say no to pony rides that are essentially in the grandparent’s front yard? It is not possible. Tea was first in line for a ride. To help drum up business, the horse-riding proprietress led him straight through the throngs of people at the park. So instead of just riding around in a circle, he got to ride through the picnickers and past a live music concert. Eventually, someone In Charge sternly told the horse-riding proprietress that she was not allowed to be leading horses through the crowd, but Tea had already had quite an adventure by then.
And because that was clearly not enough excitement for one day, Tea stayed up late to watch his first fireworks ever. He provided the commentary for my sister’s video, who cleverly used the fireworks to light her daughter’s face. I’m not sure if Cricket enjoyed the show as much as Tea did.
What are your family traditions on the 4th?