Another July 4, another reason to bust out my American flag shirt:
Click here to see the first five.
Yesterday marked another birthday for the US of A and another memorable fourth of July for the family Jenkins. We spent the day, as usual, with the Otterlees and friends up in Edmonds — first at the Edmonds July 4 parade and after at the Otterlee house for a barbecue. From there it was back home for a little r&r. Rhonda and the kids watched fireworks that evening at Laurelhurst Park while I convalesced in bed, the victim of yet another upper respiratory infection.
A few pics:
July 4 means parades, fireworks, and my and Reese’s annual picture with my American flag shirt. This year’s rendition:
and years’ past:
Another Independence Day is in the books.
We kicked off the day up with the Otterlees at the Edmonds Independence Day parade.
From there we headed back to casa de Otterlee for a good ol’ fashioned backyard barbecue.
After that it was back home for some power napping and meltdowns. From there we wrapped the day up with the Cheuks and Lake Union fireworks at Laurelhurst Park.
Not a bad day if I do say so.
Today we celebrated our nation’s birthday on its calendar day, July 4.
Too bad it felt like mid fall.
After the parade we went back to the Otterlee’s for an afternoon barbecue. It was about 62 degrees. I wore a sweatshirt. It tried to rain. We took no pics. I overate something fierce. Very not p90x.
On the drive home it started raining. It continued to drizzle well into the evening. We skipped watching the fireworks show at the Laurelhurst Beach Club in favor of a warm and comfortable bed. I was tucked in my foot space by 10 pm.
It’s supposed to be 85 and sunny by Tuesday.
I’ll believe it when I see it.
Every year I wear my ten-plus year old American flag shirt exactly once. On the fourth of July.
And every year for the last four I’ve had my picture taken in it with Grenade Girl (so referred to by me because I’d jump on a grenade for her.)
Consider the 2010 version added:
The first two:
Yesterday was another great day to celebrate America’s birthday. Like last year, we went to the Edmonds Independence Day parade with the Otterlees (nee the “Smiths”). This year we had a new addition to the Jenkins clan:
Unfortunately Reese is just old enough to know not to look at the camera, and Finn is just young enough not to know he’s supposed to look at the camera. It wasn’t for lack of trying, but try as we might, we couldn’t get both kids to look at the camera:
Among the parade participants was a group of scooter riders clad in the white version of my July 4 shirt:
After the parade we had a great barbecue lunch at the Otterlee’s. Later that day I did a 1200-yard open water swim down at the LBC, where we closed the day off watching fireworks with the Cheuks.
Not a bad way to spend a life.
In what’s slowly becoming a family tradition I’m sure Reese will cringe at in years to come, we took the third annual Reese and the American flag pic today:
The first two:
I’m not sure how this little tradition got started, but for a shirt that gets worn once a year and basically sat unused for years, this guy has staged quite a comeback.
The “Smiths” and the Jenkins’s attended the Edmonds Fourth of July parade earlier today. (The “Smiths” are neither an ’80′s band nor the actual name of our friends but, at the request of “Mr. Smith,” we’ve changed their last names to protect their identities.) It was the first parade for both Reese and “Grant Smith” who, all of ten days old, hasn’t been out partying much yet. A few pics:
Last year, on the fourth of July, we took what turned out to be my second favorite Reese picture of the year:
So this year I thought we’d start a tradition:
Reese looks better without the crying. The shirt — as ugly as ever. It’s been on once-a-year duty for about ten years now. No chance of upping that anytime soon.