It was a quiet weekend. I took Wednesday and Friday off around the Thursday July 4th holiday. Matthew and I hung out Old Glory on the fourth of July.
Quick little story. I was dressing him that fourth of July morning and I told him that later tonight we would stay up and look for the fireworks. He was standing on the bed when I told him this. He started jumping on the bed shouting, "Yay! Yay! Fireworks, fireworks!" Then he got quiet and looked at me and said, "Daddy, what are fireworks." LOL. I tried to explain, but it's very hard to describe it to a child with no reference point of explosions. In the end I told him you'll just have to see.
Here's a picture.
We did stay up and I took him out on the deck at dusk hoping that the fireworks might be seen above the trees. But it was disappointing. I did catch sight of one through the trees but I'm not sure he saw it. Also I could swear that three bats flew right over our heads. I had not seen bats in the neighborhood but these didn't seem like birds. It was hard to make out. I told Matthew bats just flew by, and he ran inside to tell his mother. "Mommy bats just flew by." She was incredulous. "Are you sure?" He turned to me and said, "Daddy, are you sure?" "Didn't you just see it?" I said. "I don't know," he replied. "Yes, we did," I said.
Then we decided to hang out in front of the house and see if the fireworks would be visible. One finally did and he stood with his mouth open. It was a burst of bright colors in the night sky. "Is that cool?" I asked. He just nodded. We could hear a whole bunch going off in the distance and I guessed they were lighting them by a school yard, which was about a quarter of a mile away. So I decided to walk there, and when we got close we saw a bunch of rockets burst in the sky. He enjoyed it, and he got to stay up to ten o'clock. The next night he expected more of the same. I told he had to wait until next year.