Our Fourth of July celebrations began with a fun evening enjoying a delicious BBQ in our backyard with family. Grandma and Grandpa Kleinman, Uncle Tim, Tio Kendal, Andy, Bekah, Ava, Jaxon, Eden and little Taft all came over for the festivities. Everyone pitched in with the food and it was delicious. The evening was beautiful and the kids enjoyed playing together while the adults visited. When it was time for the fireworks show we moved the party to the front yard, busted out the glow sticks, fireworks cookies aka Oreos, and our traditional fruit pizza. The fireworks show was spectacular and the perfect finale to a memorable Fourth of July.
Saturday morning we headed out the door with Tio Kendal for Downtown Prescott to enjoy the tail end of the parade and catch the annual Boot Races. Nathan and Bracken had their hearts set on racing this year since we missed out last year. But alas the Boot Races were yet again not in the stars for our little boys. We enjoyed chatting with some good friends that we bump into a few times a year and about 15 minutes of the parade before the clouds opened up and giant drops of rain started to fall. We held out for a while thinking that the rain would let up and the show would continue but the rain kept coming down. It rained so hard that within 20 minutes the gutters along the streets were gushing with mini rivers. We tried to camp out underneath the low branches of a pine tree and it worked for a little while. We kept the boys distracted with snacks, but eventually they started shivering and not even Oreo cookies kept their minds off our interesting situation. When Marco bailed from his stroller to snuggle with Mommy we decided it was time to call it quits. We were already soaked so we might as well make our way back to our car. At one point we almost lost Bracken in the raging gutter rivers. As we were crossing the street Bracken, who had his arms inside his shirt for added warmth, lost his footing in the current and went down. Luckily Tio Kendal grabbed him before he went down the drain. It was alarming and hilarious at the same time, poor little guy.
Once we were all safely across the street we took cover under the porch of a bed and breakfast while Curtis went to fetch the car. Our morning did NOT go as planned but in the end it turned out to be a special little adventure that we'll always remember.
We spent our afternoon enjoying ice cream and fried cheese curds from Culver's, tortas Cubana from The Donut Hole and watching movies while snuggling in warm, dry quilts.
Maybe we'll make the Boot Races next year.


























