4th of July

We had this big plan that tonight one of us would take Neko to the fireworks and the other one would stay home and put the others to bed. But then the weather started looking questionable, and, really, who wants to be caught in a thunderstorm far away from your car with a four-year-old, hours after her bedtime?

So we stayed home. And then we started remembering that we actually have the perfect view of the fireworks right here in our own back yard because, duh, we live in the country. And not only can we see our city’s fireworks, we can see all the ones from several towns over across the horizon. It’s really pretty spectacular. Next year we should just host a big party.

For well over an hour, we watched fireworks. Neko arranged chairs for us all and found a perfect box to hold her bug jar so her newly caught firefly could watch, too. Tom made popcorn and we talked about how sometimes it’s pretty great to be the big kid because sometimes you get to stay up late and do neat things like this.

She’s still making noise in her room and it’s nearly 11pm, so I know I’m in for one grouchy preschooler in the morning. And I may not think so tomorrow when I’m ready to hang it up and it’s not even noon, but we need to do more of these kinds of evenings.