It is probably not the smartest idea to invite people over for an outside party when your yard is all ripped up and requires a hard hat to enter, but we didn't think of that until the morning of July 4th. As the temperatures skyrocketed, we realized our only usable shade was the 10 x 10 square on our front porch. We were certainly going to be getting cozy, in a hot sweaty sardine kind of way.
We figured our guests wouldn't mind as much if they were drunk, so we started the day just down the road at the Ankeny Hill Vineyards for some wine tasting.
After completing the rounds, we made a little jaunt up the hill for a little geo-cache action, with a hell of a lot of whining from my two pip-sqeaks.
Dinner was a bit tight on the porch (kids ate in the kitchen), but it all worked out.
Then we decided to give the kids an opportunity to burn their eyes out by giving sparklers to kids who can't even feed themselves yet.
But we should have been worrying more about the menfolk blowing off their limbs, since home fireworks are obviously like Kryptonite to the male IQ.
Then when we were all good and sweaty, smokey and about as dirty as can be, I remembered that I wanted a family photo to compare to July '07:
I even wore the same shirt to make the comparison easier. It is very festive for the 4th of July so I wear it every year. It is red and it says "Costa Rica."
Lucky for us, the fun didn't end on the 4th. The next morning we got professional show involving tacky clothes, silly dancing and way too much tape. Just what every 5th of July needs.
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