Our Fourth.

We spent our Fourth of July at home.
It was a nice relaxing day.
We grilled for both lunch and supper.  I took the kids to the pool.
We finished our day lighting fireworks.

Matthew has become quite the pyromaniac.
But only on the Fourth.

So has his sister.

Hannah kept wanting to get both hands in there when lighting fireworks.

She ended up soaking her hand in a bucket of water after getting a little too close.

It wasn't long and she was back to lighting them up again.

She moved a lot quicker this time.

Mallory was content on the porch with her Dad's Kindle and headphones. As long as she could muffle out all the popping and snapping of fireworks, she was fine.

Dot, however, was a nervous wreck.

We spent some time shooting fireworks
off the levy near our house

When we shopped for fireworks this week, Mallory just had to buy one.  This is what she chose-  Poopy Puppy.  Go figure.

Matt and Hannah laughed and squealed when we lit this one.  They thought that it was hilarious that there Big Sister chose a puppy that poops fire.

We spent some time shooting more of our arsenal. 

As the night grew dark, we headed with all of our neighbors to a prime spot on the levy in our neighborhood.  From there, you have the best view of the city fireworks display.