Sitting here with my coffee, enjoying the silence of sleeping children, after an exceptionally fun day yesterday. Every year, our town does a little parade on the 4th and when I say little, I mean little. This parade is one of my favorites because anyone can be in it and it seems like half of the people that we see there, we know. The parade lasted for about a total of 15 minutes, but those 15 minutes were so much fun.
The kids ran out for candy, clapped for the fire trucks, cheered for friends that were walking in the parade and of course, blew bubbles with Grandpa while we waited for the parade to start. I love our little town!
After the parade, my husband's parents came over for a BBQ and then the kids took naps. As soon as they awoke, we herded them to the car and headed out to celebrate with our friends from church. We've been at our new church for about a year now. I still say "new" church, but it's starting to not feel so new. The "new girl" feeling is starting to fade and is being replaced with a feeling of belonging. I love our church and I'm so thankful to God because we prayed for so long for this. If you're hanging on for that church that feels right for your family, keep hanging in there. It will happen, sometimes it just takes time.
The kids played and we visited all afternoon and evening. Sometime around 9pm, our little crew started getting tired and so we decided to head out, before we hit the ugly falling apart phase. When we got home, we set off a few smoke bombs with the kids and did a few sparklers before we tucked them into bed. As we said our good nights and sang our songs, they said they'd had the absolute best day. They were covered from head to toe in dirt. They smelled like sunscreen and with fans in their rooms cranked, the big booms outside never woke them up. They were tired and happy. What a great 4th it was!
Just a note for me since I'm not caught up (or even started) on Eliza's baby book: Today at 3 months, she weighed 14lb 8oz. She's doubled her birth weight!