Joe spent almost the entire time throwing rocks into the water.
Reanna did a bit of exploring, and Finley accumulated a large piles of 'pretty' rocks to take home.
After a few hours of trying to coax Zivah into the baby float (she wouldn't have it), we let her play with some rocks until it was obvious she needed a nap.
We also caught some crawdads. We released them later. I can't imagine eating these things. The small fish in the creek managed to evade the net.
It didn't take long for half the party to go to sleep on the way home.
After supper, we started our own fireworks show.
The rain threatened our fun, but we had it anyway.
Although Zivah didn't mind the pops and screeches,
this particular item cause Joe to retreat into the house...
where he watched from the bedroom window.
I know... you aren't supposed to do that.I remembered the trick my dad taught us. [Get a small bucket of water and a can. Pop a hole in the bottom of the can just big enough to tightly hold a firecracker. Put the can in the water, small hole up. Insert firecracker, light, and run.] I wasn't expecting much. When the firecracker explodes, the pressure inside the can shoots it up like a rocket. I wasn't expecting more the five feet or so, but that can shot up about 15 feet! Everyone was impressed.
Later, we got the kids ready for bed and headed down the road to catch a glimpse of the fireworks downtown. There was a storm front coming through, so they moved the start time up. It was supposed to start about 30 minutes early because of the storm, which was nice, since most people didn't know about it, and we didn't have to fight for a spot on the side of the road. They started the show 45 minutes early instead, and about halfway through, it started to rain. Chris was at the van with Zivah, and Reanna and I were huddle in lawn chairs with the Finley and Joe in our laps, holding the kids' (small) umbrellas over us in a sad attempt to stay dry. Finally, wind and downpour forced us back to the van. By this time, the rain was holding the smoke down around the fireworks, and with that and the rain, you could barely see them anyway. It was rather funny.
Sunday, we went to visit Mr. Tidwell, who at 94, finally had to retire his weed eater.
Later, we got the kids ready for bed and headed down the road to catch a glimpse of the fireworks downtown. There was a storm front coming through, so they moved the start time up. It was supposed to start about 30 minutes early because of the storm, which was nice, since most people didn't know about it, and we didn't have to fight for a spot on the side of the road. They started the show 45 minutes early instead, and about halfway through, it started to rain. Chris was at the van with Zivah, and Reanna and I were huddle in lawn chairs with the Finley and Joe in our laps, holding the kids' (small) umbrellas over us in a sad attempt to stay dry. Finally, wind and downpour forced us back to the van. By this time, the rain was holding the smoke down around the fireworks, and with that and the rain, you could barely see them anyway. It was rather funny.
Sunday, we went to visit Mr. Tidwell, who at 94, finally had to retire his weed eater. Today is Monday, and there is laundry to fold and mouths to feed....
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