We have had a pretty busy week. Lots of Independence Day celebrating. So much so that my children have actually been sleeping (hope I didn’t just jinx myself). Bristol, Rhode Island has one of the largest and oldest 4th of July parades in the country. Yeah, we didn’t go there. I had no desire to be up at 3am trying to find a spot along the parade route. However, we still managed to celebrate and see fireworks with some great friends. Tuesday evening we headed to “the farm” for a bonfire and some firework action. The kids were super excited because we hadn’t seen our friends in a while.
What’s better than lying in a field of cow patties and watching the fireworks from across the river? We could see the fireworks in all the surrounding towns…and lit some of own of course.
Finnegan enjoyed the fireworks atop an ATV instead.
Logan’s night was made when he got to have smores and he found a turkey feather. A turkey feather that I am told needs to be used to make a pirate hat. Turkeys…pirates, okay…?
I hope you all had a great and safe 4th of July!…even if you didn’t find any turkey feathers.
I’m with you on skipping the most popular attractions. Why should I get up at an ungodly hour just to wait and wait for something that no one will really appreciate (especially after all that build up). It’s like New Years in Times Square for NYers.
No thanks. I can’t stand Time Square on a regular day, never mind New Years. I LOVE the city but I rather spend my NYC visits on the upper west side.
Smores AND turkey feathers? You’ve got some lucky kids…
Great post, and bravo to you for ignoring the call of the anti-bac; I don’t know if I could have been that strong 🙂
Sounds like you all had a marvelous time! 🙂
Totally awesome! I think the best holidays are the ones where instead of running around trying to attend the biggest party we choose to slow down and enjoy the ones that really count. Glad you guys had a great 4th 😉 Don’t you wish we could just go back on holiday again??
Lol, a turkey feather. I love the idea of hanging out in the field watching the fireworks. Makes me pretty darn homesick for Arkansas.
Happy July,
Pam