Our Fourth

Of July that is.  Not child.

Our holiday started on Friday night, the 1st of July.  Annie came to Taylor and Jared's sisters family also came up to celebrate.  My girls, Jared and their cousin Rhett all crashed on the lawn in the backyard. 

 You know it's the 4th of July when you see sleeping bags scattered all over everyone's backyard.

It's a town tradition to blow the anvil at 4 am sharp and wake up the town.  As hard as you try you cannot sleep through it so you might as well get up and join the festivities.  I even broke my number one rule and woke a sleeping child.  Yes, Lucy joined us and by 5:00 we were out the door in the parade of people following the anvil.  Sadly in the eight years I have lived here this is the first time I joined the hundreds of crazy people who parade around town honking their horns, throwing water balloons and watching the anvil blowing.

The kids piled in the back of the truck and had a great time.

By 7:00 breakfast we over and the kids were asking to go next door to Uncle Marion's house to throw water balloons.

 

Saturday also happened to be Marlene's birthday so the kids and I went to the cemetery to do a little decorating.

 

Then it was off to Grandma Miller.

  By that afternoon the Kimber and Rhett were zonked out!

That night we had a yummy BBQ then hit the Rodeo for a few minutes before heading back for fireworks.  The kids had a great time playing with sparklers and watching the show but by the time 10:00 rolled around they were exhausted.  Addie went strong all day but started begging to go to bed.  The next morning I had to wake her up for church and she was still exhausted.  I promised her that if she would just make it through church she could crash when we got home.  The second we walked in the house after church she changed her clothes, got in bed and took a four hour nap.

I'm so glad the Fourth only comes once a year.