fourth of july goodness

So, Henry loves a good batch of fireworks. Aidan decidedly doesn't. He could only get out a quiet "Pretty." if there was no noisy rash after the fizzle of 'failure' from last year's 'works. Hank though, he was a wildman. Dashing, weaving and prying between 'rocker' neighbors and those reported to be pirates (we have bumper sticker proof). Sean followed him about for a bit and then neighbor Carolyn took the reigns while Aidan sat glued to my chest, monkey grasp, pinching with each rapport. Next year I think we'll try earplugs or maybe puppy prozac. Still, we all had a good time- and by the looks of it, we'll be remembering the fourth for the next month or so of clean up.