Baby, You're My Firework

I love that song. I don't love fireworks. Once you've seen one, you've seen them all. They are dangerous. All of the above. However, Amelia was really interested in them and even though I KNEW she would be terrified of them, we purchased a few. It started pouring right after we bought them and rained the rest of the night and we told her we would do them in the morning.

The moment her eyes popped open, she was ready to do fireworks :) So, we were those people doing fireworks at eight in the morning. No lie.

And, I was proven so wrong. She loved every single second of it.
She loved the fountains (you could barely see any of the colors even and she was just squealing away) and the loud ones and the poppers and the roman candles. Loved her morning firework display. One of those times where being wrong was the BEST.

*Elise and I stayed in the garage in our jammies. She didn't get scared and just spent most of the time looking around for breakfast.