The Firth of the Fourth

We had a fabulous fourth of July. We woke up extra early to go to the Grand Parade in Provo. And by extra early I mean 7am, we normally sleep until 8:30 or 9am. But hey, my kid doesn't take naps so it's all fair. Anyway, we scored a nice spot on some bleachers. The weather was perfect, overcast, cool. So nice not to be melting in the sun for a change. (I would say something about the weather this summer not being all that bad but I don't want to jinx my luck here.) My mom and little sister are up here in Utah visiting. It's becoming one of my favorite ironic traditions: spending America's day of independence with an alien and a Brit at that. (Actually she's Scottish but let's not split hairs, mmkay?)  The parade was fun and Shye did pretty well considering that she was dragged out of bed and forced to sit for three hours. We left a little bit before the parade ended so that we could actually get out before the crowds.

We came home and took and I forced Shye to take a nap since we got up early and we were going to be out late watching fireworks. Not fun. It basically meant I had to swaddle her and hold her until she fell asleep. I had planned to take advantage of this rare time alone to catch up on some laundry and blogging but I ended up falling asleep holding her. It was really sweet, kinda like when she was a newborn, except I woke up about an hour later because my arm was dead. After a two hour nap Shye woke up in the worst mood ever. No one could look at her, talk to her, or touch her without her crying. Not fun. Thankfully the cranks passed by the time we were ready to head out for the fireworks show.

We camped out on the lawn in front of the Provo Temple to watch the fireworks from the Stadium of Fire. Shye had a ball just running around in the grass. Poor child needs a backyard that she can run around in. Don't worry kiddo, we will have a grassy backyard...someday. Probably not until after you graduate from college, but still, someday. Anyway, the fireworks were great as always. I just wish we had thought to leave a few minutes early because it literally took us 30 minutes just to get out the parking lot. Gah. Whoever the genius was that decided to close down 900 East to just two lanes on a holiday weekend for construction probably hates America and deserves to be deported.

Happy Birthday America! May you remain as free and wild as my eyebrows have been this past year.