Fireworks!

Isn't it funny how as we get older fireworks lose their luster. Maybe it's just me. Perhaps I'm just jaded and tend to have a 'been there done that' mentality. The last time I recall truly enjoying the wondrous explosions we went to see the BSO and fireworks thing at Oregon Ridge. But that was a few years ago. Sure it was awesome but why GO to fireworks when you live in a blue collar neighborhood and your neighbors are more then willing to risk blowing up themselves and their houses to put on a display?

Enter the mini one. Last year we didn't subject her to the neighborhood display so much. This year we debated taking her somewhere but decided she'd be too young to fully appreciate it. Besides neither Jason or I are much on crowds. So we hung out at home and took a walk around the neighborhood, Alex in her wagon, Jason pulling and I armed with the camera.

And not just any camera our snazzy new camera that has a fireworks setting and a lens cover that opens all the way and no scratch on the lens and the ability to focus on stuff. Yeah that camera. We didn't get many shots of fireworks. It not being a proper show it was difficult to time when the camera should be up but none of that mattered to the mini-moo.

She thinks that fireworks (or gwireworks as she says it) are made of absolute awesome. That is if you aren't too close when someone sets one off. Our neighbor Dave had a few he set off and he's very close to us. The noise was too much for Alex. Yet the light show itself holds such wonder that every time she gets into her wagon now she looks up, points and insists that we should see fireworks. Likewise she believes that claps of thunder must be fireworks, until we correct her. But the wonder of thunderstorms themselves is a different issue all together.

Anyway, we apparently misjudged what our daughters reaction would be to fireworks. Perhaps we should have braved the traffic and crowds and exhausted child but there's something to be said for being able to watch fireworks in your pj's from your front walk. Maybe next year, as Alex swells with anticipation and our love of fireworks is again re-ignited, we'll venture out to a proper show. But for now this will do just fine.