One of the best things about Fourth of July is that I get a four-day weekend. My employer is kind enough to always give us two days of vacation rather than one. Thank you very much, UA. Don't get me wrong. I love my job, but it's always nice to have some vacation time.
This year it was also a treat to have four days of sunny, eighty degree weather without any smoke from forest fires. Woo hoo! It was like solstice weekend all over again. Similar to independence celebrators throughout the country a cookout was on the list of things to do. However, unlike the Lower 48, fireworks posed a bit of a problem.
Mette and Max were gracious enough to be the Fourth of July hosts for those of us who stuck around town for the weekend.
It was great because we could all help break in their new deck and enjoy the sun. I showed up a little bit early and got some time in with Kieran before he fell asleep.
Soon our fellow patriots arrived and the feast began.
After eating, of course fireworks were in order. This poses a problem because the sun was still shining even though it was nearly midnight.
We had sparklers and poppers, but not all of the sparklers would light and burn optimally, which visibly disappointed Dianna.
Mette and Max sure know how to throw a party and how to celebrate a sleeping baby!
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