BANG!

Since last year Ms. Daisy was but a ball of cuteness, I'm counting this year as Daisy's first 4th of July.

Unfortunately, July 4ths don't seem to be "our" holiday these days. Last year we came home from a bbq at Grammie's in Foresthill and Daisy had the worst meltown still on record - uncontrollable and inconsolable fits of crying. We bought $75 of no-bang fireworks for the front yard but never used them. I think, what with the parade and all the people, it was stimulation overdrive for her.

Well, not so this year. In fact, it was the complete opposite for most of the day. Almost every plan we made for the holiday weekend fell through at the last minute and so we were left doing pretty much what we always do on a Sunday - vacuuming, cleaning floors, grocery shopping and the like. I know, BOOORING. It won't happen again next year, that's for sure.

Daisy began her 4th reading the Sunday paper... well, in reality it was the ads. Probably looking to see what other delights her mother can spend her money on!








And so we skip to the evening, when, after a late-afternoon/early evening nap, we decided to try and liven-up the day at least a little bit by putting to use those fireworks and sparklers from last year.











Although it was almost 9pm, and an hour after her bedtime, by the time we were done, Daisy was still hanging in there and so we decided to head to a local fireworks display.


Look at them blues!




(Wish someone - ahem - had told me my bra was on full display. Sorry for the TMI, folks!)

Missy did great, barely jumping with all the mega-banging. She even learned a new work - "bang", of course. However, her attention waned after the first ten minutes or so when the noise became old-hat. This was the point at which Daddy returned to his usual role of chasing Missy around. Even at 10pm, she is one big ball of energy! We stayed until the end but mostly because I wanted to see the finale, and returned home to a neighborhood that was still popping-off until gone midnight. Fortunately, the dogs were at Nan and Grandad's house and we were all so tired we slept through it all.

Couldn't close-out the post without a couple of other honorable mentions from the weekend, however:

1) This is the house that Grandad built.



And yes, it does say "Daisy" above the door, as well as having a postal address all it's own - 5145 "B". My parents have a flair for overdoing it... in a good way, of course!

2) Garage Sale Success

On our Saturday morning walk, we came across a great garage sale with lots of barely-used toys.

For $15 we snagged all of this!