This holiday didn't really look that promising. It was always one of my favorite holidays as a kid because we were always together with close friends and family, but now that we are in Portland we don't really have any of that here. We did have plans to barbecue with some friends, but they ended up no feeling well, so the three of us stayed home and Myles made a great veggieburger dinner. But then it got dark.
There are always lots of fireworks around our house. Growing up in California means you don't really get to experience this because they are illegal, but here people are blowing up all kinds of stuff EVERYWHERE and it feels like you are in a war zone or something. Before Adelaide went to bed we lit off some sparklers, hoping to get a little bit of excitement out of her. She seemed to like them, but it was a bit disappointing because it was still light out so you couldn't even see them very well.
The best part though was once it got dark and Adelaide woke up. We wrapped her in her little blankie and took her out on the roof to watch the fireworks, and she LOVED it. She was so happy and excited to see them going off. She kept saying "works, works" and that was even her first word the next morning. What a special time that was, with her all snuggled up to us, having just woke up from her sleep and excited for this special event. It ended up being the best holiday I've had so far.




