So I am playing a bit of catch up here. Obviously, the 4th has come and gone, but I thought that I'd share some of what we did with our family...
It is a deeply held tradition (for me) to go to a parade on the 4th. When I was growing up, it was always the Provo parade. Since Grandma moved and sold her house we have not gone to that parade, but there is a parade in Murray that has since taken that "traditional" spot.

Here are the three cousins munching on some suckers. (This parade is awesome and the people throw candy.)

Jackson and Bubba with Grandpa.

After the parade, we went back to Grandma and Grandpa and played in the water a bit with Mason.
That night, Grammy and Papa came to our house to do fireworks because they are not allowed where they live. After dinner, when it finally got dark, we started shooting them off. Now, I had thought that this would be an activity that would completely interest Broder. In fact, I thought I would spend the evening pulling him away and stopping him from grabbing onto a lit firecracker or something. Surprisingly, not so. He was quite freaked out by the noise or the lights or something. He didn't cry though. He just quietly got up out of the lap of the person holding him and took himself and his blanket as far away from the situation as possible. Sometime it was to the back of the garage, sometimes it was up to the front porch. At one point, when it was over, he got up and went into the house. Mom went to look for him and came out laughing. She said that Broder had gone into Jackson's room, which was completely empty and dark, crawled into his bed and was holding his blanket, sucking his thumb. I went in to find him. There he was in his own quiet space, safe from the "Booms." I asked him if the "booms" were scary and loud and all he could muster was a soft "Yeah." I asked him if he wanted to go to bed now...softly, quietly he answered, "Yeah." It was so cute, but so sad at the same time.

Here is the picture of him in Jackson's bed. Unfortunately, the flash lit up the room, but when I took it, he was laying there in the pitch-dark.
Umm...Happy 4th of July...I guess.")