Better Than Christmas

It was an AMAZING fourth.

We kicked it off with a barbecue here at the house, and were so excited that nearly all of Jeff's family were able to come.

The food was delish.






And the company just swell.








We ate and ate and ate. Then headed out to the driveway to set off some fireworks.











Cousins are always a good thing.





So are red flip flops.





After we succeeded in NOT burning our house down, we were off to Independence for the BIG fireworks show.

There was time to goof off and play on the grass (or the tarp, which the babies decided was just as much fun as a trampoline) before the show started.




Baby Sable & Juliette. These two were born a month apart, and they're destined to be less like cousins and more like sisters.



Time for a cousin parade.






Time to take family photos.





Time to start.







If you've never been to the show in Independence then you are missing out. Put on by the city, held on church grounds - it's the best show I've ever been to, and I grew up watching fireworks on the Mall in DC. We go every year, sit as close as possible and are BLOWN away by how many fireworks are done, the scale, the beauty, and the SOUND as it reverberates off the visitors center.

It was during the car ride home when I asked the kids if they'd had a good fourth of July.

"YES!" Capri declared, "It was even better than Christmas!"

I'd have to agree.