We had two nights of Fourth fun this week, beginning with fireworks with the neighbors on Tuesday night. I mostly sat and held the new baby from across the street while the kids and dads launched all sorts of rockets and fountains (plus exploding popcorn cartons and rolling semis).
Last night we went to our friends the Turners, swam in their pool, ate pizza (and this Cowboy Caviar) then did more fireworks in their driveway. The Swans came by, too. Friends, fun, food, freedom...what else could we ask for?