For years, I've driven by the big fireworks booths in parking lots and on the side of the road and wanted to stop. But I never have.
It's not that I don't want to buy any, but the young ages of my children and unwillingness of my husband to participate in one of the most American holidays that ever existed (weirdo) has stopped me.
This year, I threw caution to the wind...and probably a few embers as well.
On our way out of Walmart one afternoon, I made the split-second decision to visit the magical fireworks display booth at the edge of their lot. It was totally worth it. Everything was on sale, or buy-one get-two-free, or just really really inexpensive. We got some sparklers, snaps, black snakes, and ground bloom flowers. Pretty much everything harmless that kept the budget under $10 total.
It took me awhile to convince the girls that sparklers were fun. They didn't want to hold them before they were lit and they didn't want to hold them after they were lit. I got one going and then wrote my name in sparkly cursive which absolutely blew their minds.
I am actually happy they were so cautious about it because neither of them got the sparkler even remotely close to anything that could have caught on fire. They were yards away from me and from each other and had a great time waving their "wands" around to make pretty patterns. My phone takes horrible pictures (I know, broken record) so instead of showing the sparks and colors, my kids look like they are practicing for their entrance exams into Hogwarts. Expelliarmus!
The not-fun part was waiting for the sky to darken enough to actually do any of the fireworks. It didn't get dark until almost 10 pm - this is a good 2.5 hours past bedtime in our house and made for some impatient and cranky girls.
BUT, we did get to see some really great fireworks displays from our deck after we polished off our stash. Of course you can't see any of the fireworks in mid-air because I don't have that setting on my phone, but judging from the watching and pointing the girls seem to be doing, something was obviously happening.
I do wish more people in our household took part in our festivities, but I can't make them do what they don't want to. I suppose I can patiently wait until Jensen is old enough to light things on fire so that we can all have a good time on the 4th...