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Jul. 5th, 2007 11:44 amA delightful Independence Day all around.
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borgmama's parents' house. av_lad made ribs (an Alton Brown recipe, to match my Paula Dean chowder), and there were hotdogs and hamburgers and beans and corn and watermelon and brownies and enough of everything to fill us all up to popping.
There were Borgmama and my brother and their three (Xander, Nicky, and Spenser),ishyko and Mr. Ishyko and their three (Ian, Brennan, and Hayden), Borgmama's parents, grandmother and sister, my parents, and i_am_racerx.
There was splashing in the wading pool and running on the grass (Borgdaddy to Ian and Xander: "Okay, soldiers! Run to the fence! Now run and touch the other fence! Back to the first fence! Aaaaaand back to the other side!" It tired them out ever-so infinitessimally.) and watching my brother cast an unhooked fishing line into the lilypad-infested pond (so. much. excitement! It's good to be two, three, four, five years old!) and fly a kite high over the house.
Finally we pulled the lawn chairs to the front yard and moved a few cars for a clear stretch of roadway. Big area fireworks were visible above the trees and houses and a neighbor set off rockets and firecrackers. Mr. Ishyko ran our own show, lots of roman candles and noisy fountains of light and sound.
The noise was a bit much for Brennan but he relaxed finally in my mom's arms, letting her cover his ears so he could enjoy the show. Baby Hayden startled a little when there was an especially loud bang but I sang the ABC song right into his ear and he stayed intent on the lights. Ian was disappointed at first that there were no sparklers but by the end ran to Ishyko and proclaimed it "the best holiday ever, Mommy!"
Spenser stayed up on the porch with all her grandparents where I couldn't see her but Xander and Nicky could barely contain their glee. There were many iterations of the Old Prospecter's Dance as the excitement became too much and they had to express themselves. As each multi-colored screaming fountain guttered out, Xander would call, "Uncle (Mr. Ishyko), do it again!"
What was the best part of the fireworks, I asked him later as he lay across my lap, contentedly eating his pre-bedtime bread and butter. "The loud noise," he said decisively. "And the smoke."
My little demolitions expert.
Made devilled egg potato salad and corn chowder for a feast at
borgmama's parents' house. av_lad made ribs (an Alton Brown recipe, to match my Paula Dean chowder), and there were hotdogs and hamburgers and beans and corn and watermelon and brownies and enough of everything to fill us all up to popping.There were Borgmama and my brother and their three (Xander, Nicky, and Spenser),
ishyko and Mr. Ishyko and their three (Ian, Brennan, and Hayden), Borgmama's parents, grandmother and sister, my parents, and i_am_racerx.There was splashing in the wading pool and running on the grass (Borgdaddy to Ian and Xander: "Okay, soldiers! Run to the fence! Now run and touch the other fence! Back to the first fence! Aaaaaand back to the other side!" It tired them out ever-so infinitessimally.) and watching my brother cast an unhooked fishing line into the lilypad-infested pond (so. much. excitement! It's good to be two, three, four, five years old!) and fly a kite high over the house.
Finally we pulled the lawn chairs to the front yard and moved a few cars for a clear stretch of roadway. Big area fireworks were visible above the trees and houses and a neighbor set off rockets and firecrackers. Mr. Ishyko ran our own show, lots of roman candles and noisy fountains of light and sound.
The noise was a bit much for Brennan but he relaxed finally in my mom's arms, letting her cover his ears so he could enjoy the show. Baby Hayden startled a little when there was an especially loud bang but I sang the ABC song right into his ear and he stayed intent on the lights. Ian was disappointed at first that there were no sparklers but by the end ran to Ishyko and proclaimed it "the best holiday ever, Mommy!"
Spenser stayed up on the porch with all her grandparents where I couldn't see her but Xander and Nicky could barely contain their glee. There were many iterations of the Old Prospecter's Dance as the excitement became too much and they had to express themselves. As each multi-colored screaming fountain guttered out, Xander would call, "Uncle (Mr. Ishyko), do it again!"
What was the best part of the fireworks, I asked him later as he lay across my lap, contentedly eating his pre-bedtime bread and butter. "The loud noise," he said decisively. "And the smoke."
My little demolitions expert.
