A Murphy's Law kind of 4th of July

For some the 4th of July is about picnics, barbeque's, parades or friends and family. For us here at Mama's house it is all about the fireworks. The Captain and I love fireworks- I prefer to watch them sitting on the beach with my feet in the sand surrounded by lots of folks ooo-ing and ahhh-ing. The Captain prefers to cross county lines seeking out the most bang for his buck.

Our first two years together were spent at a close friend's house, while I nervously watched them light the sky on fire. I'll admit that for a personal display they put on a pretty good show. Still, nothing beats watching the colors explode over the bay.

This year, the day started out pretty hectic. The Captain was scheduled to have three trips, so I was pretty sure that I was going to have to take the girls to the fireworks by myself. Not a problem, because I would move heaven and earth to see the fireworks on 4th of July!

Being the procrastinator that I am, I waited until the morning of July 4th to get the girls their red, white and blue attire. And because I am the procrastinator that I am, I got their stuff on clearance! Score! I love Target! On the way home from Target I grabbed The Big One a happy meal and headed home.

I set The Big One up in the living room at her little table with her nuggets (which by the way she won't eat unless I peel all the breading off), apples, fries and BBQ sauce, and sat on the couch to nurse The Little One. About 15 minutes later, I noticed she wasn't eating her nuggets.

"Eat your nuggets Big One."
"But Mom, you forgot to give me BBQ sauce. I don't like them without BBQ sauce."
"Big One, your BBQ sauce is on your table. I quickly scanned the table and didn't see it. My eyes went to the floor and there it was. The container laid on it's side, BBQ sauce spilling out like lava. On the new(ish) rug. In one of the light spots.

My first thought was "The Captain is gonna kill me." When we bought the rug we agreed no food in the living room. That soon became no food unless there's a blanket under the table covering the rug, and well... it just wasn't a blanket kind of day. It was a hurry-up-and-get-the-big-one-set-up-'cause-the-Little-One-is-hungry-and-screaming kind of day. After my initial panic, I remembered seeing a carpet stain remover on pinterest. With no time to look it up, I simply mixed the two ingredients I remembered- vinegar and baking soda. And guess what? It worked! Phew! (I challenge the Captain to find the square where the BBQ sauce was!)

Once the girls went down for a nap, I went outside to get the garbage cans from the street. While putting them back, I knocked over an old can of paint, that of course spilled all over the walkway, my feet and splashed up on my legs. I sprayed it all off with the hose and then later it rained and cleaned it all out of  the grass.

While the girls were napping, I decided to make The Little One a bow for her headband to match her outfit. I finished just as The Big One was waking up. My initial plan was to use a red white and blue hair tie for The Big One- until she saw The Little One's. Of course she wanted one just like her sister's. Unfortunately I ran out of the blue ribbon, so I was unable to make them the same. I improvised and The Big One was happy (in fact she hasn't taken it off since).

The Captain called me to tell me that he wasn't working the last trip so that we could all see the fireworks together- Yay! We packed up snacks, water,  and our chairs and headed to the marina to meet up with daddy. We grabbed a quick bite to eat and then headed to the beach. We got a prime spot and The Big One was loving the fireworks. The Little One wasn't real sure about them, but once she was nursing she was completely oblivious that stuff was blowing up around her.

The people next to us gave The Big One a cake pop. We all tried it- It was YUMMY!

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Halfway through the show The Big One stood up and announced "Mommy, I'm starting to pee my pants a little bit!" The Captain and I exchanged "Are you kidding me?!?!" looks and he scooped her up to quickly find a bathroom. The fireworks continued and then the familiar pop, pop, pop, hiss, hiss of the start of the finale- The Captain and The Big One were nowhere in sight. About five minutes after the finale ended they emerged from the dark and The Big One was devastated.

"There's no more fireworks??"
"No, Honey. They're all done."
"Awww, my daddy said that we were going to miss them and they'd be over before we got back."
"Sorry baby, we'll find more fireworks".
"Today?"
"No Honey, not today, but soon."

Poor baby, she waited all day, and only got to see about 10 minutes of the show.  I'm hoping that there's going to be some kind of event soon that has fireworks. But right now the only thing I can think of is New Years Eve. Whenever and wherever there's fireworks- we'll be there so my baby girl can see the finale she missed last night.

Hope you all had a great 4th!

Being Silly- it was after all nearly midnight by the time we got home and were getting ready for bed.

The Little One was tired an cranky!