On our way to Milledgeville to see Granma and Granpa yesterday we dropped Quincy off with Aunt Mary. We didn’t want the poor dog to be upset by the fireworks which would be exploding from behind Granma and Granpa’s house that evening. After a quick stretch of the legs at Camp Leslie we piled back into the car and Quincy dutifully slunk around to the boot looking jaded. You should have seen his reaction when we told him he was staying. He perked up and started racing around Mary happily. Traitorous dog.
Over in Milledgeville we jinxed the weather when Granpa bought Sam a paddling pool to play in. As soon as we’d huffed and puffed and blown it up, and Sam was merrily wallowing in it demanding more toys be brought out for him to play with, the wind picked up and then the heavens opened. Still, Granpa and Granpa did get very entertained by Sam’s antics before we had to retreat back inside the house.
I was a little afraid that the bad weather might also spell the end of our chances of seeing fireworks that evening too but thankfully it cleared up again before evening.
This was Sam’s second 4th of July fireworks display, but the first would have been when he was merely weeks old. I don’t recall why we didn’t see any last year. We dragged seats out into the front yard as the explosions would be coming from just across the road at the mall. Sam, Bill and Mary (who had driven over to join us) climbed up into the back of the truck so our precious toddler couldn’t run away from us in the dark.
When the first fireworks ignited poor Sam didn’t know what to make of it and clung to his Daddy in terror. He was very brave though and with Aunt Mary doing her best to be enthused and put him at ease, soon opened his eyes and began to take in the wonder of the display. It took a little while but he eventually started yelling out all the colours as they erupted in the sky and when the display was over he said “Bye bye sparklies!”