Saturday, July 11, 2009

Feelin' a little All-American

Fourth of July this year was quite a success!  Since we moved here 3 years ago, we've made it a tradition to go to this AMAZING donut shop called The Fractured Prune.  It's about 20 minutes away, and they make your donuts to order with different glazes and toppings... DE-LICIOUS!  We got the kids in the car to head out for donuts the morning of the Fourth, and when we passed the gas station at the corner, Carter started freaking out.  If we ever go out for donuts (when it's not 4th of July), it's to the corner Cruizers gas station... so classy, I know.  Carter wanted nothing to do with donuts from the Fractured Prune... he wanted gas station donuts!  

After braving a 20 minute drive with a screaming 3 year old, we finally arrived at what was supposed to be The Fractured Prune.  It was gone.  Replaced by a Chinese restaurant.  Not exactly what I was wanting for 4th of July breakfast.

For Plan B, we headed to a Dunkin' Donuts, where we all partook of donuts, but Scott and I were very disappointed with the quality of the donuts.  Carter was right.  We should have just gotten Krispy Kremes at the corner gas station.  The kids didn't seem to mind the dry, bland donuts, though.

 After disappointing donuts, we headed home to load up the car with the kids' bikes.  I had heard of what sounded like a fun 4th of July parade in downtown Durham.  This turned out to be LOADS of fun: buying some delicious tomatoes at the Farmers Market, decorating bikes with eco-friendly leftovers from the Scrap Exchange, checking out fire trucks, being the first riders in the little parade, free popsicles... 



My 3 boys left that afternoon soaked to the core.  The little boys rode home naked...didn't think that was such a good idea for Scott.  Might be hard to explain the whole situation to the officer that pulls you over.  

After some much needed naps, we headed over to my parents' house for a grill out with the Powells (who are expecting their twin girls any day now!), the O'Nans, and the Booths (my parents's neighbors).  We finished the night with chocolate cake and sparklers.  It was by far one of the most fun 4th of July holidays that I can remember!

Does it get much more all-American that that?  

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