Last year went so well we decided to go for it again. The local school district puts on a fireworks each year and somehow for two years in a row it has been held at the high school football field right across the street from us.
So, armed with lawn chairs, glow balloons, and beer - we settled in to watch the sky light-up for 15 or so minutes. You really couldn't beat the location considering there was no bathroom line, beer line or parking issues. The Neukomm's joined us once again and the Gatesh's decided to give it a try.
Charlie did amazingly well - we kept her inside during the actual show. Not that it really mattered since the walls shook with each loud pop. Carter loved the event until it was over. He couldn't understand why we were going to have to wait a whole other year to see more. Getting him into bed was not an easy task. He eventually came down to our bedroom.
25 minutes filled with sobbing and nose blowing didn't help much. He was over exhausted, missed his big brother, and was scared of the loud amateur fireworks being produced by the neighbors. After we fell asleep, I ended up with a few kicks to my incision and tried to find comfort in the fact the coffee machine would auto start at 4 a.m.