We spent our first major holiday in Omaha - the fourth of July. The Hilts made the journey west to spend a few days with us over the fourth. It was so fun I wish they could have stayed forever! We were debating whether or not to go see an organized fireworks display, but we decided against it as it doesn't get dark here until around 10 pm and we knew the kids would have a hard time lasting that long. As it turns out, we were able to get our fireworks fix right here at our own house. At the first sign of "dusk" the entire subdivision (and I can only imagine the whole city of omaha) erupted in amateur fireworks. I wasn't sure if it was the fourth or if our neighborhood was under attack -- from every direction and as far as the eye could see -- fireworks. We truly are in the "heartland of America" here. It was kind of cool, as long as you didn't think about the fact that it was probably fairly dangerous - a bunch of drunk people with explosives. Hmph.the whole weekend was very fun - it was fun to be tourists in our own town (partly because we don't know or claim this town yet...). We hit the zoo, the botanical garden, the parks, and still had time to hang out here, too. the perfect balance of sightseeing and hanging out. I can't believe that they drove all the way from chicago to see us (and omaha, of course...) -- we really appreciated the visitors and I think a good time was had by all.
This is our first "normal" week in Omaha - Frank goes to work M - F (no out of town nights) and me and the kids are just kickin' around here. Ahhh. . . summer.
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