Cul-de-sac of Fire!

After we rested a bit from our outing to Colonial Days we headed around the corner for our neighborhood's annual Cul-de-Sac of Fire. It started in grand fashion with a patriotic bike parade. My 4 youngest kids rode around the block proud as can be. Ashlyn was the last one, pedaling as hard as she could on her little pink bike.
Bryson's bear den was in charge of the flag ceremony. What a cute little scout!

The night was so full. My kids ran around and shot off rockets, fished at the fish pond over and over, jumped in bounce houses, dunked people in a dunk tank and put temporary tattoos all over their bodies. We hardly saw them. It was a great night!

They (OK, Trevor and I did a little of this too) ate unlimited amounts of popcorn, nachos, hot dogs, snow-cones and cotton candy. Kind of sick when you think about it.

After all the games, music and food, they pulled out this giant pine-wood derby track. The boys raced their old cars and loved all the crashes, wipe outs and jumps that this awesome track created.

We had a fabulous night with our great neighbors and friends. We ended the night with a little firework show and of coarse glow sticks. We were exhausted and filthy and happy, just how you should be after a shin dig like that!