The Benjamin Boys Celebrate Their Independence
So here’s how my day started with The Benjamin Boys:
There was yelling, screaming, crying, whining…and then the boys joined in!
The original plans were to take the boys to the beach with Mom #2 and then go see fireworks. The beach was postponed until Sunday (hopefully the weather will cooperate). I always like going to see the big fireworks shows in town, but on Wednesday when everyone has to get up early on Thursday, and the shows didn’t start until 9pm, you’ve got to be kidding me! It was never going to happen…so we went with Plan B – Mom #2 and her family have pretty much adopted us, so we celebrated the Fourth with them. The boys had a great time!
See? This was after the hotdogs, chips, and Madagascar Jello wiggler things…and right before the fireworks.
The boys have never done fireworks at “home” before. They’ve never thrown the popper things (I have no clue what they’re called – because tonight was the first time I’ve ever thrown them, too).
They watched Pseudo Little Brother (Mom #2’s offspring) light the fireworks in the street. They weren’t as impressed as the adults, but no matter.
They played. They ate more Jello. They ate cake that was made to look like a hamburger.
Mom #2 and I did this:
A 3D puzzle that made our eyes ache…but we refused to let a puzzle made for ages 3-7 beat us, damn it!
It was a good day – even if it did start out a little rough…