We had a great dinner of roasted sweet corn, Trader Joe's mac 'n cheese, and kielbasa (because nothing says "America" like Polish sausage). Kyle loves manning the grill; he doesn't realize he's being tricked into cooking.
For dessert I even made something with a 4th of July theme (and by "made", I mean "plopped store-bought ingredients on top of each other").
Like all kids, Kyle and I used to love the excitement of fireworks. Now, with a child who goes to bed at 9 PM, a full hour before the local fireworks shows, we HATE fireworks. Each booming explosion caused us to cringe in fear that Isabel would wake up. She goes to sleep easily, but if she's awoken in the night, well, hell hath no fury like my Isabel. Luckily she slept through it all. Maybe next year we'll all be emotionally ready to actually watch the fireworks together.
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