Our first 4th of July with Little Miss was a wash- literally. We had a 2 month old and it was raining. We dressed her up in a cute dress, did a Sonic run for milkshakes (for us, not Little Miss), watched fireworks on television, and called it a night.
(2013)
Last year we thought was the best situation we could ever have. The neighborhood had a potluck dinner in the park right across the street, there was a kiddie parade and then we watched the fireworks from the same park, folded up our chairs, walked inside and went straight to bed. It was amazing.
(2014)
This year was another washout. We thought about going downtown to watch them as they were supposed to be the biggest in the nation, but we didn't want to keep Little Miss up past bedtime in the rain for a show that might be too long to hold her attention. We skipped it. Luckily, one of the suburbs also canceled theirs and we were able to go there the next evening. There was a band in the park that Little Miss enjoyed dancing to. There was also an amazing playground that we could play on while we were waiting for dark.
(2015)
The fireworks were close, we had a great view, and they were short- only about 10-15 minutes. Honestly, about halfway through Little Miss lost interest so we began moving back towards the car to watch the end of the show. It was an event designed for young families and it was much easier getting in and out than I anticipated. Next year we'll be living downtown again so we'll have to decide if we want to do the big show or head out to the suburbs again. Nice choices to have.
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