parker's only other experience with fireworks
was at his first cardinals game
at about 6 months old.
pujols hit a home run,
the crowd cheered,
parker went into hysterics.
good times!
so i knew the fourf of july prolly wouldn't be his favorite holiday
at least not yet.
he couldn't stay awake long enough to watch the city fireworks at my aunts.
(i may or may not have made him go to sleep
before they went off because i knew he was going to flip out again)
we grilled and swam at my parents the next day
with their neighbors.
great weather. great food. all you need.
they live on a dead end street
so we hung out there all evening.
(no small children were hurt during our play with fire)
pop rocks are a must every year.
and parachutes
looking slighly concerned
in his jammies
sitting in the street.
not hoosier at all.
double fisting popsicles
maybe you'll be brave enough next year
sweet p.
it's ok though.
mommy used to cry at parades until she was
like 15 from the noise.
God bless america.
carpe diem
SEP
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