The 4th of July brings about amazing memories growing up spending the day picnicking and playing with cousins. I am so happy I was able to grow up with my cousins and am thankful I still have relationships with them to this day. To those cousins who read this: I love you.
On to this year's celebrations...Andrew decided to make a crazy trip to Houston and back with a friend. He got back in the afternoon of the 4th...tired, exhausted, and a little grumpy. I had one mindset: to take Cooper to see fireworks for the first time. After Andrew napped and I ruined some alaska cookies, we headed out for some fun. We ventured to our friends, the Laucsher's, for dinner, then went over to the harbor to watch fireworks with them. The had parked their boat on the dock earlier that day, so we had some perfect seating. We didn't go out on the boat because we didn't know how Cooper would react and we didn't want to be stuck in the water if he hated the fireworks. Cooper did play on the boat, and ate some popcorn and watermelon. (Food is definitely the way to Cooper's heart).
Then the show began.
Cooper was squealing with excitement and words like "wow" "ooh" "yay" and his new word for that day "firework".
A couple of minutes into the show, they stopped. Not exactly sure why yet. So, we waited around for a while. During this time, Cooper was yelling "Ready...GOOOOOOO" as loud as he could, as well as "firework...where is it?" After waiting a while and Cooper getting restless, we decided it was time to go.
As we were gathering our things the fireworks started again. We stayed and watched a while longer before heading home.
When we got home Cooper was OUT!
I took this picture so you can get a better idea of how tall he is...crazy!
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