Ahhh...what a fantastic day yesterday was! The kids slept late and then scattered to friends' houses; I wrote nearly all day (32oo words...may not sound like a lot, but when I tried to do it in November, it nearly killed me!); the on-and-off rain stopped just before the parade began and stayed away the rest of the evening; and since I was thrilled with what I had accomplished (not to mention forgotten about planning dinner!), my family took me out for dinner.
And then the neighbors came over and we watched our teens set off the fireworks. Even the toddlers enjoyed the sparklers!
(I lifted the following from my website. Since I didn't know many of you this time last year, I thought I'd post it here. Enjoy:)
Another memorable one was the year I was 16. My boyfriend and I had broken up; I was extremely angry about it and trying to win him back. Another friend of mine was having problems with his girlfriend; we spent the entire concert at Tapawingo Park sitting on our 'beach' by the Wabash (so we called our little strip of sand!) bemoaning our problems with the opposite sex. When it came time for the fireworks, we shared a lawn chair, and all of a sudden, a friendly game of Mercy turned into a hand-holding session that sparked something...and I didn't want the display to ever end. But it did, and afterwards, I was thrilled when he collapsed the chair and grabbed my hand again! I know...trivial stuff by today's standards, but the fireworks inside me were also conflicted with my desire to regain my exboyfriend's attention. I can't remember if my 4th ended with a kiss, but I do know that he became my 'Sunday Evening Date' the rest of that year at my church's Youth Group, until he realized I wasn't returning his affection...in hindsight, it's a what-the-hell-were-you-thinking kind of moment, the kind where you want to go back in time and give yourself a slap upside the head for throwing away a potentally fantastic relationship!
Grandparents are arriving tomorrow; the toddler's been invited to the other toddler's birthday party at 2pm. Hope the grandparents don't change their mind and want us to meet them an hour north!
Today, hubby is putting in a new alternator and I'm getting ready to tackle the house. Laundry, cleaning up the kitchen, and a complete vacuuming of the floors is in order. Thankfully, the teens are pitching in as well:) So with that said, I'm getting offline and setting a good example for the chores to be started. Hubby and K are already hard at work on the van; W is 'helping' in his own way...he's the 'gopher' and unofficial 'supervisor'. I need to get a pic of him...he's wearing his blue jeans, snow boots, snow gloves (whenever he picks up a tool), and wearing Daddy's hard hat! Bob the Builder, watch out!