The Fourth of July is always a big deal for Dan's family. It's not so much about the patriotism, although I'm sure that's there, as it is the holiday itself. Sarah, in particular, loves it. I'm not sure if it's the fabulous color combinations, the food, the parade, or tradition (or all of the above), but it gets a lot of attention around here.
It helps that all of Dan's immediate family was in town to celebrate. On Wednesday, we started bright and early with a pancake breakfast at a local church. Actually, it was just our family, Bubby and Sarah--Poppy pooh-poohed the idea; Sarah's kids were still asleep; and Matt and Laurie didn't get in until the wee hours of the morning. The breakfast itself was just okay, but the money went to a good cause (a local scout troup).
Then, of course, we had the parade. Thanks to some mistaken information, we (actually Dan and the kids) got to the parade route a whole half hour early and were able to claim some decent real estate. The kids, as usual, came away from the parade with too much candy and I got annoyed by the neighboring kids who kept drifting in front of us, but aside from that I think everyone was satisfied. We followed the parade with the typical drinks, french fries and ice cream at "The Cow" (not the real name, but so called for the giant cow on top of the building).
The next several days seemed to be mostly about hanging out, playing cards, and the food. Wednesday we had Cuban sandwiches; Thursday Dan made smoked pork on the grill; and Friday Aaron made paella. (After nearly 9 years of marriage, I've learned that any Eves gathering will involve good food.)
In other news, baby Oliver continues to do well. He's finally passed his birth weight. And someday, when we get decent pictures, we'll post some.
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