Our 4th started off with a breakfast get together at Greg’s Grandma’s house with family. And how could I show up to a 4th of July breakfast without providing fruit that looks like the American Flag? It had to be done.
Our girls with their look alike dresses and matching bows.
I just couldn’t resist the urge to match them.
In twenty years or so, they will thank me for this. And then want to do it for their daughters right?
After breakfast, the family proceeded to a park to play their annual game of baseball. Which has actually turned into a game of kickball. Seems like fun, but I held onto my baby this year on the side lines. Come to think of it, I sit on the side lines basically every year. A party pooper at it’s finest. Lydia played on the side lines with cousins and Grandpa covered her in chalk.
I can’t get enough of this blue bikini with little white stars on her.
After the extended family called it a wrap on the rousing game of kickball, Greg and I took the girls up to Park City. The weather was cooler and the shopping at the outlets was grand. We stopped in at the beautiful white barn as you enter in Park City.
We stopped in at Cafe Rio for some fine dining and then watched one of the longest firework shows we have ever seen up along the mountain side in Park City. I dare say it was one of the best 4th of July’s we have ever had. Except for one little event, Lydia took a spill right as we were walking up to the barn. So if you were wondering why there weren’t nearly as many pictures as Lydia, this is why.
Greg fashioned a fancy bandage out of a sturdy Cafe Rio napkin. Don’t worry, she has made a great recovery from the event. Thank goodness for two children now to take pictures of in case one of them doesn’t cooperate. 😉
And now only a year to the next 4th of July! Boo hoo.