Our FoJ day started out with us watching a neighborhood parade from the comfort of Greg and Tracey's front yard. With the temperature just a few degrees below the heat of hell and the humidity at 98%, it was perfect parade watching weather. If you like to experience the feeling of melting while listening to marching bands and ambulance sirens (if you're in our part of Texas, you have to pronounce it sy-reens with equal emphasis on both syllables).
Here's Micah. I happened to be fortunate enough to catch his only happy moment of the morning on film. In 10 years when we look back on these pictures, we'll only remember a happy little boy excited about the day's festivities. For now, I remember the truth- he spent the remainder of the morning whining about one thing or another until he ended up in the house watching PBS Kids. Because nothing is more American than letting the TV babysit your children.
Too bad there wasn't a Little Miss Firecracker contest because Piper totally would have won, if I do say so myself. And since I learned how to make my own tutus, you can bet she'll have one for every holiday! I can't wait to debut her green and gold one for Baylor homecoming!
It really was a fun morning. Tons of people from our church community were there and we also had the opportunity to make connections with people we had never met. Plus, the people who own the local Chick-Fil-A came out and set up CFA sweet tea and lemonadeon Greg and Tracey's front porch. They're awesome people! And CFA sweet tea can almost make you forget about the heat and the potential that one of your children came thisclose to death at the hand of his mother who was fed up with the whining and griping. Almost.
After the parade and lunch at Greg and Tracey's, we all came home for a much-needed nap. After the nap, we headed out to our friends Nathan and Amanda's house for FoJ Part II. It was awesome. Again, many of our "family" from our church community came out. This is the 2nd year we've hung out at Nathan and Amanda's for FoJ and I think it's becoming tradition. At least, I hope it is.
This year, our friends Mike and Abby, who live across ths street from Nathan and Amanda (may I abbreviate? Henceforth, Nathan and Amanda will be N&A. Carry on.) loaned them their huge inflatable waterslide for the kids to play on during the par-tay. And make no mistake, there were a TON of kids. I stopped counting when I got to 17. Because 3 is the new 2 and 4 is quickly becoming the new 3, let's just say that our little church community is doing it's part to be fruitful and multiply. So N&A had the inflatable slide and a small pool and the children thought they had died and gone to heaven. My boys, in particular, couldn't get enough of the slide. In fact, they enjoyed it so much (read: wore themselves out) that they slept until 9:00 the following morning! Thank you, Lord, for the blessed 5th of July miracle!! I think I'm going to let Abby know I'll be bringing the boys over everyday to wear themselves out.Here's Cade making the hardest decision of his day: to stay in the pool or go to the waterslide.
Here's Piper. Her eyes are begging to go to the slide, but it was for big kids. No way was I going to chance her getting up there and then freaking out, meaning that I would have to heave my oversized body to the top of the waterslide and fetch her down. Uh-uh.