So for the first time since moving to the States we spent the 4th on the East Coast. In Jersey!
Luckily for us we have friends who have become like family (those who do not live in the “mother land” know of what I speak) and they were kind enough to come and spend the 4th with us.
And we had a marvelous time together!
But let me back up a bit…
The day began with a parade and a pony ride. Millie couldn’t wait to get on the pony, it was all she could think or talk about UNTIL she saw the pony. Then she wanted nothing to do with it.
The coaxing begins.
“I CAN’T DADDY! I CAN’T!”
Jan whispers encouraging and pragmatic adivice. And after about 10 minutes…
We have contact!
And big smiles!
And the report! “I did it! I did it! And the horse is called Buddy and he was so cute and soft…etc, etc, etc.”
Way to go, Dad! You got her on there.
Then came the obligatory cotton candy.
Nothing like a healthy lunch, says I.
And then we spent the rest of the time looking at how long the lines were and trying to decide what to do with all the tickets Jan had bought. Which made me grumpy. And stressed. After all it was the 4th and I was exercising my inalienable right to be really, really ticked off. Which Jan made sure to capture on film.
Grrrrrrrrrrrr.
While mom was ticked Clara was darling.
(I could just eat those little tootsies! You?)
After Millie’s lunch of pure sugar we followed this up with dessert. Mmmmmm! Dora on a stick, delish!
Then we headed for home to prepare for our BBQ, suckaz!
July 8th, 2009 at 12:21 pm
You can imagine my surprise and delight when I sat down at my computer, typed in the web address that not only I, but my computer knows by heart, and found not one, not two, but 4 POSTS! More like Happy Birthday to ME! You’re party looked like so much fun. And way to get that girl on that horse, Daddy Dawson! That looked like no small feat.
Thanks again for everything, Lize. For Ben’s post and these other beautiful posts.
July 9th, 2009 at 5:46 pm
“Millie couldn’t wait to get on the pony, it was all she could think or talk about UNTIL she saw the pony.”
After I read that, I cringed and expected to see a picture of some some beat up, mangy old pony with fleas and flies abounding. So I was happy to see Millie atop a beautiful, well-groomed steed. Whew. Way to go, Millie!