Ever since becoming parents, Brett and I have been a little nervous about bringing the kids to watch fireworks.
It is the type of thing that the kids could either love or be terrified of, and we really didn't want to be in a packed area with a traffic jam blocking our ability to get away if it turned out that terror was the reaction.
So, we were delighted when we received an invitation to go to a party at my friend Georgia's house.
Georgia and her husband, Pete, bought there first home in March, but this would be their first big party. Georgia had the house decorated with red, white and blue; and Peter and his father manned the grill.
We showed up with the whole family (Rusty included), and had a great time with the Tahan's friends and some of Pete's family.
Peter quickly made friends with another little boy (who he was either fighting for toys with or holding hands with the whole night).
Aaron was teething, so Georgia invented a "new" teething toy, since she didn't have anything for him. He seemed to be very happy with that situation.
After stuffing our faces with kabob, hot dogs, burgers, and potato salad (Brett and I probably consumed an entire cow and chicken ourselves), it was time for the backyard fireworks display.
Pete, his uncle and his father had all bought HUGE boxes of fireworks (clearly they didn't talk to each other before hand), so we were in for a long show!
Brett and I braced ourselves, only to find that Peter and Aaron LOVE fireworks.
There were so many fireworks that we ended up taking a break for watermelon and dessert before starting the "show" back up again.
After the fireworks were over people started heading home.
Eventually, after the kids started getting sleepy on our laps, we headed home as well.
It was a really fun party, and we hope it becomes a tradition.