Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue

Spending time with the Frayos is always a pleasure, and 4th of July was no exception. My first Independence Day had everything I could wish for and more: terrific food, great wine, beautiful fireworks, and (most importantly) lovely company. Another newbie in the crowd was of course little Cian, who honored the prominent American holiday by persistently refusing to go to sleep. But who could blame him, really?

Below are some photos from the event, beginning with dad reading Babro Lindgren's ”Mamman och den vilda bebin” (The wild baby) to the wild baby.

An excited man as his (illegal) fireworks. Go USA!

Eating apple pie and blowing things up; it doesn't get more American than that. I'm competely assimilated!

The spectator crowd, ooooohing and aaaaahing as Scott and I filled the night sky with diamonds and pearls.

Anti-tank mine, Dragon ballz, Sexy girl, Warhog, After burner, Land of the free, Turning heads, Gone bananas... The fireworks sure had some interesting names, not necessarily at all related to whatever pyrotechnic effect was displayed. The Toot n twirl managed to live up to roughly 50% of my expectations; the twirling action was fully satisfactory but the tooting left something to be desired. Next year: more toot!

Thank you Scott and Shani for hosting another awesome night in the land of the free!