Fourth Of July Madness on Cape Cod

Alright, we've had a nice couple of days. It started with Princess N for the weekend and Daddy taking the week off. He got alot of things accomplished around the yard earlier in the week and so we were hoping to have nice weather and to enjoy a few days down the cape.

But the weather changed our plans. Once we found out that it wasn't going to be nice, we decided to take Matthew to his first "real" fireworks where he really knew what was going on.

On Tuesday night we went with my neighbor and her grandson to a neighboring town and Matthew had a blast. And that was all before the fireworks started. A nice family brought free sparklers and "kid friendly" fireworks for any little kids running around the place where they parked there blanket. Matthew got to do his first sparkler. After it went out, his expression was "that's it". Now what?

I forgot my camera and it really is a shame. My neighbor bought him one of those light up swords they sell at fourth of July events and Matthew turned into Darth Vader. I tried to tell him he was Luke Skywalker that saved Princess Lea, but he wanted to be Darth. He was adorable regardless.

When the actual fireworks started, I got to hold him for a few minutes of snuggling and then he wanted to keep being Darth Vader with his sword. He was running around and enjoying being out so late. When the finale happened, it got his attention again for a few minutes but not like we had hoped.

Yesterday, we decided to head down to my sister-in-law's down the cape. It would be a family gathering and a cookout. We brought our swimsuits but never got to use them. By the time we got there, there was a unbelievable event going on for kids that we are happy that we went to.

The fireman were spraying fire foam into a large field and down a grassy hill for the kids to play in. There were a few problems with the location and craziness of the event. They should have had a few areas sectioned off for kids of different ages because they all were sliding down this one hill. Regardless of size, age. A few parents went down. The bottom of the hill was a grassy area that went to a concrete area. Once that hill got out of control the foam would be on top of that concrete which was dangerous in my eyes.

At first I thought because Matthew had just passed out in the car, that he would be afraid of all the chaos. Once he got his "piggies" wet and with Daddy's eyes and his little cousins going up the hill and playing, there was no stopping him.

At the top of the hill there was another more leveled area that he played in that I was able to breathe looking at him in. But then it was like a slow moving current. Just the different sizes of kids and the fireman blowing the foam, Matthew at one point got caught up right before my eyes in the mass of kids going down the hill. I almost jumped in after him, but was afraid because of my ankle and the slipperiness of the foam I would break my other one. I just panicked and froze. Eric was oblivious to Matthew going down because it all happened so fast.

Matthew gets up in between a million kids at the bottom of the hill and he still at that point only had foam up to his waist. He walked away and decided that from now on he was doing it again and again! He even went up the middle from the bottom of the hill a few times, like a fish swimming against the current and Thank You God that he didn't get hurt. He had a blast and the worst boo boo at that point was a bump on his chin.

Later on he would get a few more playing with Daddy on a big ball at his Aunt's house, but considering that he gets a few a day now mostly on his legs, it was like a normal day.
We all had a good time, but then the weather got cooler and rainier so we never got to the ocean.
We'll have to go back again soon.