At the family barbecue, the Silly Grandma read our beloved Declaration of Independence to us.
Later in the evening we set off some of our own little fireworks in the backyard. The boys love to set the first ones off and then arrange the rest of the fireworks in such a way that they catch the remnants of the first fireworks on fire.
Their inner pyros finally had opportunity of expression.
Although I missed getting a picture of the F-16's at the parade, I got one as they flew across the valley to kick off the beginning of the Stadium of Fire.
Happy Independence Day!
