We celebrated the 4th of July on the 3rd (Happy Birthday, Lindsey!) because we were going to be driving home from Arkansas on the 4th. But we all had a good time. Homemade ice cream, burgers and of course fireworks.


What's that happening there? Is that fireworks he's handing to the 20-month old? You betcha! Well, it was just the little poppers that you throw–mostly harmless.
Henry had a grand time stomping on them and making them pop. He also thoroughly enjoyed the Hanlon family traditionals: Cuckoo's and jumping jacks. Bennett on the other hand was unimpressed.


We arrived home the evening of the fourth in time for our neighborhood's fireworks display, which was really quite impressive. Several dozen mortars and other assorted artillery, dozens of rockets, roman candles, noisemakers, really the works. And that was just four houses on my street. They really take their fireworks seriously in Texas. And now Henry won't stop asking for fireworks.
Pictures from the 4th at the Paynes here.