We’re a pitiful excuse for celebrating Americans.

Sure, Julian did his obligatory 10K run, ate a waffle, then took a nap. And I took the kids to the neighborhood parade. And yes, we spent 6 hours at the neighborhood pool. Then cooked out steaks on the grill with another couple. But when it came time to venture out for the crowning glory of July 4th celebrations around the country – you know, fireworks? Can’t say we did that. You know what the kids got? Two dollar sparklers before sundown and they were in bed by 8:00.

Don’t ask me why they have to goof around in most pictures. Maybe it’s to DRIVE ME CRAZY (short trip). I know you just saw this dress on Quinn. But work with me, okay?

This one isn’t goofy. Post sparklers and pre-dancing in the front yard. Yup. They’re cute alright. When they aren’t making me tired.

And the fireworks around our fine city? Canceled. Due to thunderstorms that came on quick. People running to their cars for shelter. Our laziness paid off for us for once, huh?