My mom and stepdad had invited us, as well as some other family members, up to their house to celebrate. Tim and I are smart enough to never turn down an opportunity for free babysitting.
We were asked to bring a dessert to share and Jenna had shared a link on her blog for an easy and fun recipe that the kids could make….chocolate covered marshmallows.
In keeping with the holiday spirit, we decorated them with red, white and blue-colored chocolate and sprinkles galore.
Once up at my mom and stepdad’s house, the kids jumped in the pool…happy as little clams.
Oh and I should probably mention that Garrett got the green light to participate in swimming again…thank goodness.
I have no clue what Tim's doing in this next picture. It’s quite possible he just peed in the pool…or he’s wondering how long it would take to snuff himself out by drowning.
Here’s where the lesson of the day comes into play.
We brought a ton of fireworks, thinking the kids would enjoy them…which they did.
Cousin Mark enjoyed them, as well. A little too much. He thought he’d show off and try to light more than one at a time…only he didn’t let go of one quick enough.
Bam…fireworks went off, cousin Mark screamed an obscenity and the kids were in awe.
They were very concerned about cousin Mark, as he bent over to show them his now-blistering burn.
“This is why you NEVER get foolish around matches and fireworks,” he explained.
Bella asked, "What about the beer and the cigarette in your other hand?"
"Yeah," I said. "How do you explain THAT, cousin Mark?"
Why oh why do people continue to underestimate my children's intelligence level?
We still let the kids play with sparklers after that. I was certain there would be some kind of blog-worthy incident there but no such luck...fortunately for them, unfortunately for me.
After all the excitement, it was time to go down and feed the horses…one of Garrett’s all-time favorite things to do at Nanny and Grandpa’s house.
If you ever wondered what the inside of a horse’s nostril looks like, here’s your chance…courtesy of Garrett’s expert photography skills.
We now refer to him as the horse whisper, after he told the horse, “Stand still and smile…” for this next picture.
Just a boy and his horse...is there nothing cuter?