Booms and Shakes and Tears
Turns out that babies DO NOT like fireworks. Like, at all. I didn't experience that with Evie. She was about four months old during her first 4th of July fireworks. She also slept through the ENTIRE show, which was surprising as hell considering we lived just a few miles from where they were being set off. Our house literally shook with each firework that went off. Sweet little Evie just slept through the night while Jon and I cheers-ed to beers and 'Merica with our buddies.
Everly's 4th of July was not as peaceful. Oh no, not even close. Sheer terror is how I would describe her reaction to the fireworks. Combine her reaction with the reactions of the two other babies under the age of one and I would say that this 4th of July wasn't our best.
The women folk camped inside with the baby chitlins while the big strong men blew shit up outside with the older kids. Alright, technically it wasn't all tears inside. The ladies drank some beer, so there's that. And the babies tears ebbed and flowed. I'm still hoping for a smoother 4th next year though. But wait, the more I think about it, the more I recall Evie being quite upset about the fireworks when she was a year and a half old. Ugh. Looks like the moms will be powering through next year's festivities with Xanax and beer chasers. America! Fuck yeah!