We headed back to my house and everyone came over for a BBQ. Well, it wasn't really a BBQ because I decided against hamburgers and hot dogs and with everyone's help we had Cafe Rio salad. Yummmm!! There isn't a Cafe Rio in Arizona, at least not that I know of, but a friend of mine gave me the recipe, so if you want it, let me know. Delicious.
Nic smuggled some sparklers over the Arizona border from her trip to the Motherland. So while we waited for the fireworks to start, we let the kids do sparklers. Nic and I were talking about when we were kids our dads would light them up and we would run around like crazy people, writing our names and chasing each other and nobody was concerned. We were all hovered around our kids like we were vultures. LOL.
We live right down the road from where our town sets off the fireworks, so we can just stay home and not fight the crowds. It's nothing like the Stadium of Fire, but we enjoyed it.
The next day was just as action-packed as the previous one. We headed off to the parade. Now, I really love living here, but I do have to complain that the parade here is soooooooo long, 160-something entries. It's not like the Lehi Round Up Parade, floats with flowers, all the cheerleaders, bands marching, royalty et cetera, et cetera. Here it is like a huge commercial with lots of horses and lots of Congressmen asking for your vote. Oh, and lots of pooper-scoopers. I love Utah parades. Brody loved it. He was pointing and oohing and aahing at all the animals and even though he isn't a big candy eater, he collected quite a bit. 

Next we headed over to the courthouse square and walked around all the booths and then headed to the "Treat Store" to get some popcorn. Amber always gets carmel and I get white cheddar. Scrumptious. We then went to Rick's folks' house for the traditional artery clogging LOL fry bread. Oh so delicious. You make them with taco toppings and then for dessert --- butter and honey. YUMMMMMMM!!
Amber and I then headed to Fashion Bug for a little shopping and then we all went home.
We sat outside for a while on the swing and were visiting. Now, I have this really bad habit of playing with my gum. I don't know why I do it. It's really kind of gross, but I do. Andrea and I were sitting on our porch swing and for some reason, I can't remember, she had her arm up. Reverting back to my instigating days of my childhood, I stuck my gum to her armpit. Oh, can I laugh any harder. The gum was so sticky, I had to get a baby wipe to get it off. I did the best I could, but her arm kept getting stuck to her shirt. Andrea was not impressed but she was laughing until she cried, in true Balle fashion. It was a great weekend and I love it when my family visits. Happy Birthday America!!
