The Independence Days of Years Past

Tomorrow marks my one year blogging anniversary.

I figured this would be the perfect time to give you a glimpse of the past. More specifically, the time surrounding the 4th of July from years past.


The year we learned we could no longer do whatever we wished for the 4th. I remember walking around the neighborhood with my son chilling in the Bjorn carrier and saying hi to many of my neighbors.

We set up the pack ‘n play in our bedroom and blared music for him because his bedroom window faced the street and giant fireworks exploded and shook his windows, waking him up.

I learned the downside of personal fireworks this year…

Two years before he'd become The Tackler, we see how he measures up on the bricks.


My father-in-law came for a visit. I have no memory of what we did on the 4th, but know my son once again spent it sleeping in our room (or bathroom). The next day we sailed on the lake on our neighbors boat – our first times (for all) on a sailboat.

My son at almost 17 months was not a fan of his first life jacket.

The Tackler is younger than Lil Diva is now in these photos… How quickly they grow…

He Who Would Become The Tackler takes a turn steering the sailboat.

Several weeks after the 4th, we finally get our family shot taken.


This year is very vivid, probably cemented in my mind from the unbearable heat. I was 7 months pregnant, and every day was over 100. We did the pool on the 3rd, family photos on the 4th, then partied in the sprinklers in the evening so we could enjoy the outdoors without passing out. My son sort of liked sparklers, loved the Roman candles, and ran in fear at anything else that made noise. He hated the loud firecrackers the older neighbor kids loved to set off.

But, he loved the watermelon we snacked on.

By dark, he hid inside in the bedroom overlooking the street, watching the bigger (and louder) fireworks.

It was 104 and I was in my third trimester. We donned bathing suits, turned on the sprinklers, and ran. Then we had a picnic/snacks and set off a few fireworks until Future Tackler got scared and he had to go inside to watch from behind closed windows.


The party ended with a view of professional fireworks from our friend's front yard, but The Tackler was too scared of the loud noise and watched from a closed window inside. Lil Diva, however, LOVED the fireworks.

Not taken on the 4th, but shows off Lil Diva's walking skills and why I lived in terror - she went straight to walking over obstacles.. on tile.

2011 ?

Here is a glimpse of July 3rd...

To be continued…

Happy July 4th everyone!!!


About Kelly K @ Dances with Chaos

Kelly K has learned the five steps to surviving of motherhood: 1) Don't get mad. Grab your camera. 2) Take a photograph. 3) Blog about it. 4) Laugh. 5) Repeat. She shares these tales at Dances with Chaos in order to preserve what tiny amount of sanity remains. You can also find her on her sister blog, Writing with Chaos ( sharing memoir and engaging in her true love: fiction writing. It's cheaper than therapy.
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4 Responses to The Independence Days of Years Past

  1. tuesday2 says:

    What a sweet diary of a good life!

    Continue to enjoy every photographic (and not so photographic) moment along the journey. 😀

    Congratualtions on the 1yr anniversary!

  2. Trish says:

    Awwww. Such a cute family. Happy 4th my American friend!

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