Alright. Alright. We cheated. It was too hot. We did the parade downtown as the temperature climbed toward 100 degrees. We spent the rest of the day in the pool. There was yet another fake birthday party for Piper. We were exhausted. The car was packed. A fifteen hour drive awaited us. We stayed home for the fireworks. Forgive me. Or maybe we started a new 4th of July tradition. We’ll see. I’ll let you know when I recover from holiday fun hangover.
We made rootbeer floats and cuddled up on the couch to watch everyone else’s fireworks live on T.V. We wore our pajamas. Paty Kerry sang “Firework.” What more could a Piper want? A dance party, of course! Piper got us all to our feet. Again.
“Mommy, these are your moves!” Piper shouted, gyrating just like this:
Maybe we’ll go downtown for the fireworks next year after all.