Monday, July 4, 2016

Utah Day 3

I dropped Matthew off in Millcreek so he could car pool up to the trail head. His pack weighed in at 38 lbs, so he was feeling a bit nervous about that, but otherwise he was excited.


When I returned to the house, Sarah was just kicking off our 4th of July festivities.



She and the kids painted patriotic shirts, then threw water balloons at each other and ran through the sprinklers. Once they were dry, we made red and blue necklaces out of Fruit Loops.





The plan for lunch was to make little personal pizza's, but the kids were pretty full of sugary cereal, so lunch got delayed a bit while we played downstairs and Mercy napped. When Mercy woke up, Sarah dressed her in a darling patriotic outfit and we took all the kids out side to throw snaps.



 For lunch we made pizzas and drank root beer. We wanted the kids to have some down time since we knew it would be a late night, so we settled them down to watch Zootopia. None of them particularly liked the show, and they wandered in and out of the room until it was over. Since neither of the boys really used the time to relax, we tried putting Harry Potter on and had better success. For dinner we ate Specialty sandwiches, potato chips, and watermelon outside on the grass. Grandma served us homemade angel food cake with strawberries, blueberries, and fresh whipped cream. 


Grandpa stayed home with Mercy who got put down for bed at 7:45 pm. At 8:00 the rest of us, along with Sarah's friend Josh, left for Ensign Peak. We hiked up and found a nice spot with a view of the entire Salt Lake valley. We ate some snacks, looked around with the binoculars, and played with glow sticks while waiting for the fireworks to begin. I've never watched fireworks from up on a high spot like that, and the perspective was definitely very different. It was fun to see the thousands of small bursts of color erupt all over the valley and to spot some of the bigger shows going on. It reminded me slightly of the movies where planted bombs go off and whole cities explode. I think, though, that I prefer being right under the fireworks, where the sounds, lights, and colors create a more all encompassing experience. It helps me consider what being a part of the Revolutionary war (or any other war) might have been like and makes me grateful for those who fought and the price that was paid for the freedom of my country. 




Abraham dozed off in the Suburban on the way home and was completely out of it as I got him ready for bed. Both boys were fast asleep moments after laying down at 11:45 pm.

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