Dustin and Taska came to celebrate with their kids. All the little cousins ran around the house like wild hooligans while we visited and played board games. Blurt is our new favorite!
A $2 D.I. treasure. Love that store! We had Navajo tacos for dinner and started fireworks at 8 pm so we could have the kids in bed by 10. The "package", as Jason referred to our evening entertainment was "acquired" out of state, if you get my drift.
It was a whopping 12 degrees outside as we opened the double garage door and lined up camping chairs in direct view of the fireworks display. Here are the "boys" preparing for the first artillery shell.
5 minutes into the show I was pretty darn sure we would be arrested due to the level of noise we were creating. I must have heard every door on our block open and a few, "What was that!" But in the end we managed to escape the flashing red and blue. Watch the video at the end of this posting.Here is Jason warming his hands near a roman candle.
7 min in the whining and complaining had officially started from all the kids since fingers and toes and noses were slowly going numb even though they were bundled up like Ralphie from A Christmas Story!
Not even the thought of lighting Sparklers could get them to stay outside, so at 10 min in we lost most of the kids. Only Silas stayed because Jason bribed him by letting him light off one of the artillery shells. He's a pyro in the making! At 15 minutes, the party was officially over. What a bunch of party poopers! It took longer getting everyone dressed and everything set up, than we even spent outside watching fireworks! We are definitely in the prime of our life I tell ya.
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