Fourth of July

I loved that the fourth fell on a weekend this year.  It seemed as if the celebrations just lasted forever.

Mikayla and I decided to start the festivities off with a patriotic pedicure.  Mikayla insisted that our toes be twins.  She wanted me to paint my fingernails red white and blue as well, but I drew the line there.  :) After a great day at church (what a better way to be reminded how blessed we are to live in this great nation), we headed down to my mom’s house.  I wish I had some pictures of us in our Fourth of July church clothes – we were very (tastefully) patriotic!

Gavin had a great time joining in on the fun.  We found lots of fun things for the kids to wear and hold thanks to the Target dollar bin.    I also brought some red, white and blue Tootsie Pops for the kids to have while we waited for the fireworks to start.   Gavin throughly enjoyed these.  He was one big sticky mess!  Everything he touched was sticky.  I had to pour water over his hands to wash him off – the baby wipes just couldn’t cut it.  He had fun though, and that is all that matters.   My little Fourth of July Firecracker.

I found some glittery tatoos for Mikayla to wear.  She insisted on wearing all over her little body.  This is a picture of her showing off all of her “ink”.

      I had to capture a cousin picture.  They had a great time together. As always, Alpharetta put on a great fireworks show.

The kids were just mesmerized by all of the big fireworks.  Gavin kept saying. “Whoa!” This is what happens when a little girl has been up late for three nights in a row.  I must give a shout out to my sweet brother-in-law Chris.  He was carrying Mikayla back to the car (which was quite far away) and she fell asleep in his arm which left him carrying 40 lbs. of dead weight.  She NEVER woke up.  We went back to my mom’s house, laid her on the couch, had dessert, changed her clothes, went home and put her to bed, without her ever knowing it.  Now that is one tired little girl!

It was a fun night, as always.  We did miss Jeremy, though.  He worked late (you know mattress sales and patriotic holidays!) so he couldn’t get through all of the traffic to get to the fireworks.  We missed him, but were grateful to have our family close by so that we could still have a great night celebrating.