To the kids, jumper = birthday party. I tried explaining to Riley that the block party down the street was to celebrate the 4th of July. You know, Independence Day? He didn't get it. So I said, "We're celebrating America's Birthday." For the next few hours, he kept yelling: "HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMERICA!"
We headed up the street soon after the Ruxton Lane Block Party got underway. It had a good down-home, neighborhood feel to it with burgers, dogs and tacos grilling, a country music band and people walking around wearing red, white and blue. Because the Messingers were gonna join us later, we opted to save our meal tickets to eat with them. So we returned home for lunch, came back to jump, then back home for naps.
While we waited for the Messingers, we returned to jump and could tell pretty quickly that the Block Party blew it's load pretty early. Burgers and dogs were gone, as were all the drinks. The band was replaced by karaoke and the stench of beer greeted you from a half-block up. At least the kids got to have some cotton candy:
We headed up the street soon after the Ruxton Lane Block Party got underway. It had a good down-home, neighborhood feel to it with burgers, dogs and tacos grilling, a country music band and people walking around wearing red, white and blue. Because the Messingers were gonna join us later, we opted to save our meal tickets to eat with them. So we returned home for lunch, came back to jump, then back home for naps.
While we waited for the Messingers, we returned to jump and could tell pretty quickly that the Block Party blew it's load pretty early. Burgers and dogs were gone, as were all the drinks. The band was replaced by karaoke and the stench of beer greeted you from a half-block up. At least the kids got to have some cotton candy:
So, just as the Messingers arrived, the party called itself over (several hours early) and we were suddenly left on our own to figure out dinner! Lucky, our favorite chicken place nearby was open and so the guys got some take out, the kids ate corndogs and everyone had a nice time on the patio.
Part of our admission to the block party was to cover a bus ride to the beach to see the fireworks. Redondo Beach's show wasn't slated to begin until 9:30. We thought maybe the bigs could handle it ... but as the evening wore on, it became more and more apparent that boarding that bus would only be a recipe for disaster. We got all the kids in their jammies and the Messingers headed home way before even the first explosion. Luckily, we had our own little firecracker in Holden:
No comments:
Post a Comment