Monday, July 6, 2015

4th of July Traditions

"What's a tradition, Dad?" One of the boys asked Collin just a week or two ago.  With the 4th of July holiday fast approaching it wasn't hard for him to explain.

Parade ~ Snowshoe Baseball ~ Fireworks

These have become our 4th of July traditions.

We had a perfect spot at the parade this year (thanks to Collin, who woke up and made it downtown a little after 6 am to put out our lawn chairs and sleeping bag while the rest of us continued to snooze) right under a tree that gave us just enough shade and right in front of my favorite coffee shop. Mmmmm, iced caramel macchiato (decaf, this year). And once again it was a huge hit with the boys....well, all of us, really....we came home with a bag full of candy, icees, popcorn, bottles of water, and a Frisbee. 

Our plan was to come home, eat lunch, and have the boys nap before heading to mass and then snowshoe baseball.  Ha!  Those were good plans.  

Instead we came home, the boys got to shoot the BB gun, ate lunch, went swimming, raced home to make it back into town in time for church (with two sleepers in tow), came back home to change, went fishing, headed to snowshoe baseball where we picked up dinner and ice cream before walking down to the park, watched snowshoe baseball from our shoulders (the boys), watched fireworks, headed home, collapsed into bed.  At least I did, that was an exhausting day.  But awesome.  Totally exhausting and awesome.  The 4th of July is quickly becoming one of my very favorite holidays (probably because of the traditions).

The fireworks were also fantastic again this year. Unfortunately my phone ran out of memory before I could capture any but Collin did get this video of Nolan.  He was getting a little squirrely after the game while waited for the show to begin, using his glow stick flag as an ax (the night before he called it a sword so, improvement?), but as soon as that first boom went off he snapped to attention.  Of course we didn't have the video ready for that but I still love his little "whoa!" about half way through this.

The rest of the weekend we spent boating, fishing, more swimming, playing with cousins, lighting sparklers, going on a boat parade, target practicing, building steps down to the lake, and jumping on the trampoline.  It was a good, good weekend.

When we got home last night we asked the boys what part was their favorite:

Keaton - catching a 15 3/4 inch bass, his biggest fish yet.  He could not stop talking about this the rest of the weekend, he is so excited about that fish.

Hutton - fireworks.

Nolan - Nolan sat and thought about this for awhile..."Me favorite part...."  and then he'd pause and we'd wait and his brothers would interject with one or more activity from the weekend..."me favorite part....." he finally told us it was "going home" which is kind of adorable but also a lie. As we were packing up he asked me "where we going, mom?" and when I said we were getting ready to go home he said "me no wanna go home."  

I hear ya kiddo, me no wanna go home either.


Em said...

"The 4th of July is quickly becoming one of my very favorite holidays (probably because of the traditions)." Yes! That is exactly what I was thinking over the holiday weekend. The traditions we've started have really made this holiday so fun in the past couple of years. I think it's becoming one of my favorite holidays, too. :) Glad you guys had a wonderful weekend Up North!

Amanda said...

So happy to see a new blog post!!!! Traditions...they are the things that define families. Happy to hear you have your own and that the kids will someday do the same with their own kids :) Love you!

Jill said...

What a great post! And Yeah for Keaton's big fish - that's awesome!! :) Thanks for sharing! Glad you had a great weekend!