Last night we had a great Independence Day. We went over to Grandma Sue's house at about 4 pm. Robin called and let us know that she would not be making it because she got a flat tire... I rephrase that - she got an annihilated tire and her car would need to be towed so she could get it replaced. I recall Robin ranting and raving about the ceviche that she ate while she was in Peru and how she really needed to find a restaurant that served it here in Seattle because it was so great. Robin will be very disappointed to find out that Great Aunt Joann's boyfriend, Guillermo, made some authentic Peruvian ceviche with Peruvian corn and sweet potatoes. I would have brought her some but something tells me ceviche doesn't hold well over 2 days ;-)Anyway, after hearing of the news that Robin would not be joining us, we left for Grandma Sue's but not before stopping and grabbing some sparklers for the kids at a firework's vendor (since when did 5 sparkler cost $3?!). The gentleman at the stand was nice enough to give Madison and Emilee a lecture on how hot sparklers are (1200 degrees) and that they were hot enough to melt glass. Madison is aware that glass is made of melted sand and said "So it's hot enough to melt sand?" To which he replied yes. Therefore, the children spend a significant portion of their sparkler holding time allotment trying to melt the sand that was on the ground... it failed to create anything interesting, other than extinguished sparklers.
After lighting a few sparkler and eating loads of the ubiquitous appetizers available, the kids decorated cookies with ridiculous amounts of frosting and candy (anyone up for a Chewy Spree and Reese's Peanut Butter Cup cookie?). Uncle Jamie did the baking of the cookies, which sounded very impressive until I realized all he did was take the tray of cookies handed to him and place them into the oven. He is great at "baking" considering his diet consists of TV dinners and frozen pizza. They were nearly hockey pucks, but that is how I like my cookies (yes, I am a weirdo).
Jesse tackled the M&M and Resse's Peanut Butter Cup cookie... it took a minute to figure out where to start.
I took it upon myself to raid Grandma Sue's makeup and do the kids' eyes in outrageous shades of blue and green eye shadow - which wasn't complete without metallic gold eye liner and loads of glitter.
Then the fireworks. We lit of a few of our own that Jesse's cousin Maria's boyfriend, Will, brought. One of which tipped over and shot out 3 flaming balls of doom towards my children, at which time I made the executive decision for them to stay near the porch so they could duck behind the trees if it happened again (it didn't) and then we went to watch the fireworks down at the beach. Here is a video. We are not at the beach because it is packed with drunken, explosives armed 20-something-year-old's. Jesse's Uncle Tony kept commenting on how much money the drunken, explosives armed 20-something-year-old's had to have spent to light off so many fireworks. What he failed to recognize is that these guys are the firework vendors at Boom City, a collection of 120 different firework vendors packed into one place on the Tulalip Indian Reservation.
After all that jazz, we went home. Emilee fell asleep in the car and Jesse had to be at work in 5 hours.
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