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Shooting It Up in 2010

We had to put a few fires out yesterday:

Fireworks

Okay, not really. But isn’t this a cool shot? The boys dropped a smoke bomb down into this tube and L lifted it up and started pretending it was a grenade launcher.

Boys.

We had a great fourth. The day started out cloudy and I was afraid we wouldn’t be able to shoot off the bag full of crackers we had bought, but luckily, the day cleared and by the time evening rolled around, the temps were pleasant, the skies cleared and the sun came out.

It was one of the most comfortable 4th of July celebrations we’ve had in quite some time. (Usually, the temps are high and the humidity is so thick you can cut a chunk out of it).

We went over to Kevin’s parent’s house. It’s a tradition. They live on the outskirts of an outlying town with plenty of room to shoot off crackers.

Though technically, we could have shot them off at our house this year. Springfield finally lifted the ban on shooting firecrackers off within city limits – for the first time in 60 years.

But we didn’t. Kevin’s parents fired up the grill and we had hotdogs and hamburgers and homemade ice cream with chocolate sauce. (Which I had, of course).

His sisters came too, so it was really fun sitting around and catching up on everyone’s lives. The number of kids is dwindling. All of the older kids were not there – they were all off doing their own thing (many aren’t even in Missouri anymore!). But our boys and two of Kev’s sister’s kids were there, so we took advantage of their youth and watched them light all of the fireworks.

As usual, the smoke bombs were … well, da bomb.

Fireworks

There is just something about smoke bombs and boys.

Fireworks

They’ve always been Jazz’s favorite. He can easily burn (pun intended) hours lighting those suckers off and then walking through the smoke.

This year, he actually stepped on a few and walked away with multi-colored shoes.

Fireworks

Yeah. Mom wasn’t too happy about that little stunt, but hey, they’re his shoes and if he’s happy walking around in clown shoes, then who am I to protest?

The highlight of the evening was watching Kevin walk across the floor without his walker. We joke that he walks like an old man (and in fact, walks exactly like an old man), but I’m confident that his stride will smooth out and he’ll be back to normal in no time.

That was the first time his family had seen him walk without his walker and they were all impressed with his progress.

We all are.

I think it bothered Kevin that he couldn’t get out there and light up the fireworks with the boys. He’s always done that in year’s past and there were times I would look over and he was on the edge of his seat watching the boys intently. I know part of that was to make sure they were playing it safe, but some of that was his need to get out in the middle of the action. The 4th of July is one of his favorite holidays (in fact, his sister told me that he used to keep a drawer full of fireworks in his room – all year long!), so I know it sort of killed him to not be able to get out there and actively participate.

Don’t worry, honey. You’ll be out there next year.

We had splurged and bought some of the big-time ball … thingies for our grand finale. We buy these things every year and every year they don’t disappoint. However, this year, they didn’t shoot up as high as they needed to go, so we had several explode way too close to the ground and the boys had to dodge multi-colored sparks and falling debris.

It was at once both scary and fun.

This was the first time, in a long time, that Kevin’s sisters had come over and celebrated the 4th with us, and I think they really enjoyed the slower, and more relaxed, pace of our “do it ourselves” fireworks show as opposed to attending one of those big fancy, over crowded shows the churches and/or the city puts on.

We got home really late last night. The boys were tuckered out, as I knew they would be. They ran more last night than they probably have in the past year (and this INCLUDES PE class). Kevin was also really tired. In fact, he got up, had breakfast, then went back to bed. He then got up to take a shower and went back to bed after his shower.

I could tell his fatigue irritated and puzzled him, but I can’t say I was surprised. The man doesn’t sleep that well to begin with and his healing body needs all of the sleep it can get. I think his body just finally pooped out on him and FORCED him to rest.

At any rate, it’s been a really slow and relaxing day today. It’s been really nice.

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