Let's just say that if we took Fisher to an all-you-can-eat rib dinner, we would definitely get our money's worth. I honestly have no idea how much he ate, but he ate rib after rib for a LONG time.
After dinner and playing, it was time for the fireworks. Barrett was just a little excited as you can tell in the picture.
(Honestly, I don't know why he was so excited because he didn't have a clue what fireworks were.)
The first things we did since it wasn't quite dark yet were the smoke bombs.
Fisher was really curious about them, but it had nothing to do with the smoke. He just wanted to play with the "ball".
Once they were lit, Fisher thought it was really funny, but he was still mad that he couldn't hold it.
Barrett and Sydney had fun sitting together on the curb watching the fireworks.
After about an hour and half, all the kids had gotten tired of the noise. Doug took Fisher in and put him to bed because he was not happy, and after trying cotton balls in Barrett and Sydney's ears, Doug solved the noise problem for them.
After another hour, Barrett was DONE, but he wouldn't admit it. He kept insisting he wanted to keep watching.
A few moments after that picture was taken, the melt down began. Within 15 minutes, he was inside, changed, and tucked in bed.
As I was leaving, he said, "Mommy, I love you this much. I had so much fun today. Can you tell the fireworks to be quiet?"
"Oh, I wish I could..."