Last week (gaaaah! I'm so behind!) we headed west for some church-family hanging-out and fireworks. I forgot the camera and so missed several picture-worthy moments, like:
P riding in friend L's motorized truck (you know, one of the mini ones that seem so popular with tykes now -- the ones where they steer and use a gas pedal as opposed to leg peddling). Anyway, P thought it was awesome! So awesome he wanted to sit in that truck all night, even if it wasn't moving. After a few tears and the sound of the word "cookie," he forgot about the truck. Almost.
The sun setting over a prairie sky, with the breeze whispering in old ash trees, cottonwood drifting by, the corn rising to the horizon. It was so beautiful, it brought tears to my eyes.
P and L playing with the little popper fireworks -- the ones where you step on them or throw them and they make a SNAP sound. P couldn't stop laughing when they were successful, and we couldn't stop laughing watching him try to step on them just right. He'd do a little dance with his little legs high-stepping.
S sleeping peacefully through every single firework, no matter how big the boom.
Me and P watching the stars come out and singing "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star," with P supplying the words when I'd stop (he does really well with this, and many other nursery rhymes). THEN he started singing his own version of the song -- the first time he's really "sung" for us -- softly crooning "Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle" with this sweet smile on his face.
So many priceless times! Thanks, H family, for inviting us (and for all the sweets!)! And happy belated birthday, America.
1 comment:
Sounds wonderful! Love to all.
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