Continued

The 4th celebrations on the 4th were subdued.  In observance of the sabbath day.  It was nice to have quiet, reverent time to reflect on our gratitude for the freedom we enjoy, and the price that has been paid for that freedom. 

In my nursery class we made some sweet headwear to celebrate the holiday.

The weather was stormy.  Thunder and lightening were added to the bright lights and loud booming sounds coming from the incessant (illegal) fireworks being lit on the street behind our house. 

I was surprised that people were willing to stay out in the downpour that long (I think they went on until around 11pm). 

To help the day feel somewhat celebratory, we made some home-made strawberry ice cream.

Yum-O.

On Monday, we had no real plans.  We decided to take advantage of a day with our dad home, and get a little work done.  Bill and the girls dug into deep-cleaning the car Lex drives, which hadn't been done since we purchased it.

Yuck-O.

To reward ourselves for a hard day's work, we went to see The Karate Kid.

Shilo was still gimping... we chuckled over Lex's choice of clothing (it's hot, you know)... Bill didn't shave... it was THAT kind of day.

And we managed to eat through our entire secret stash of candy.  Sugar makes everything suh-weet.

We enjoyed the movie, even if we had to sit in the front section of seats.  Even if Bill didn't shed a tear (we were amazed).  Lex had allergies going strong, so she thought maybe other movie-goers imagined she was emotional as she sniffled away.  After the show, Bill and I reminisced about the original, and piqued the girls' interest enough to come home and set a recording of it on the DVR.

A somewhat anti-climactic ending to a long 4th weekend.  We had exhausted our energy.  We lounged for the rest of the evening, and had a YOYO dinner of leftovers and cold cereal.  Today we are (sluggishly) back to regular schedules.