This was the first year that we celebrated Independence Day with our own fireworks. The boys finally seemed old enough to use sparklers responsibly.
A live one!
And Boo-Boo with his first sparkler.
They got to watch Dad putting off a few whizz-n-bang firecrackers too, and they claimed that they liked "ours" better than the city fireworks.
Frankly, I was just relieved that we didn't have a repeat of last year's 4th of July celebration. That included lots of tears and fears prompted by the neighbors setting off fireworks at the end of our street. We were only watching from the upstairs window. And that was the bigger boy!
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