So I went to the Stanardsville 4th of July celebration with my folks. They have this strange affection for blowing things up and wanted me to experience it with them. I include a photo of how not caring I was in regards to the noise and the lights. This is me and my Papa lit up by an exceptionally large firework. I chose instead of being scared to just wave to the camera. The Lady of the house is good for something at least. Yawn!
But in all seriousness I did enjoy the show as much as could be expected and didn't freak out from the noise. My 'earmuffs' protected me from the really loud ones and my eyes did light up for a few of the really spectacular fireworks. Then I proceeded to wait until I was fully in the car and it was moving to flip out about being hungry... you know right when the parents couldn't do a thing to help me out. Then as we are pulling onto the road our house it on... I stopped crying, lol! I am a hoot.
Happy Birthday America and Happy 3 month to my brother from other mothers, Eli!