Though we have no pictures to prove it - we did manage to watch the fireworks. It was quite an adventure. We rushed, and rushed, then sat and waited. And waited some more. The boys were amazingly good. They treked, they waited, and they stayed put. The show didn't start until 9:30. And only then did we realize that our spot was directly behind some trees. We packed everything up and trecked again and finally got to where we we could see the fireworks. Ryan watched with interest for a while until it was just more of the same. And Connor could have cared less. He just wanted to dance to the music coming from a nearby car.
The fireworks were over in half the time it took us to trek from the car and we were once again trekking back. The boys passed out in their seats probably even before the car made it into gear. Thankfully after a lucky turn we managed to get out of the worst of the traffic and made our way down backroads all the way home. The boys barely even stirred as we changed diapers and put them to bed.