It Ain't Over Till the Fire Engines Ring

Been awhile since I've put up any kidlet pics. You're probably starting to worry that I'm getting crazy ideas that this blog is all about me or something.

We had a family outing to the aquatennial fireworks on Saturday. I have no idea what the "aquatennial" is other than it's some sort of annual celebration and I imagine it has to do with water. But we'd heard the fireworks were good, and since the kids missed the July 4th ones because they were sleepyheads, we decided to check it out.

Waiting for the bus. Riding the bus was pretty much the best part of the evening for the under nine set. The Girl is still talking about how awesome it was.

Carefully recording the highlights of the trip (number of times the bus stopped, number of Caribou Coffee stores passed, etc.)

Hanging out while waiting for it to get dark, eating ice cream containing dreadful amounts of Blue Number 5, reading about historical figures on the St. Paul side of the river.

Watching the show (finally - I took the kids for a stroll that ended up being twice as long as it was supposed to be because they closed off one of the bridges and then we had to try to find The Husband in the dark).

The blinkey lights. Twenty minutes straight of constant explosions and lit-up sky. So, essentially the same as the Steinbach Canada Day extravaganza.

Trying to stay awake on the ride home.