We went to a friend's house around 3:30 or 4:00, not knowing what the afternoon/evening/night would bring. I really wanted the boys to stay up for the fireworks (the first time for even Andrew), but there was a point later on when we just weren't sure what we were going to do. Stay...or leave. You see, the boys normally go to bed around 7:00/7:30 and the fireworks were slated to start at 9:45. Well, we stayed. We saw the Indy fireworks from about 16th street. We were far enough away that we couldn't hear them, but we could still see them and appreciate them. Before the fireworks, Andrew and Austin practiced their baseball skills, the boys and Loren practiced their 'beach' volleyball skills, we hung out with some people I knew and many that I had met for the first time, and I took care of Ashley on the side while taking photos here and there. Andrew loved watching and playing volleyball, he loved hanging out with a certain older woman, and trying to hit a baseball as various people (in particular, Ott) pitched to him. He loved the fireworks. Austin loved trying to hit a baseball while Tim pitched to him. He also loved playing volleyball with Daddy and Andrew. When some people nearby later started setting of fireworks, he tiredly pointed to the car and said, "home!" He eventually got used to the noise and even dozed off a couple of times. He woke up in time, though, to see the big show from afar. Ashley was awake to witness some of the baseball/volleyball/hanging out action earlier in the evening, but she slept in the bjorn through most of the hoopla.
To sum it up, it was a good 4th!
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