Wednesday is probably the worst day for the 4th of July, right? I mean, Tuesday/Thursday Fourths are not much better, but they are easier to fold into a weekend. Wednesday? Just really messes up the whole week. Unless, like us, you have a completely flexible summer schedule.
So, we went to Pekin to see my parents and our favorite small town fireworks show.
We kicked off the weekend at the old golf course where my childhood pool club used to be with 4 badly behaved dinner companions.
Blockers, though, and it was really really funny. You should definitely watch it.
The next morning, Dorothy woke up before six and asked to use her iPad, so Ben took her downstairs, and the rest of us slept. When we woke up, we sneaked out to Andy's, our very favorite breakfast spot. (We brought Dorothy back eggs and pancakes, so she was totally fine with it, mostly)
After lunch, Ben stayed back to work on his summer classes (the man has 287 summer students- yes, you read that right), and my parents and I took the kids to a really fun pool in a neighboring town that had a high dive.
AND THEY ALL WENT OFF THE HIGH DIVE!
COuld there be a more summery scene?
Dorothy got to drive a firetruck-- YUGE highlight.