Guy Fawkes

On Friday was Guy Fawkes Day. The day has something to do with a failed attempt by a group of English Catholics (among them Guy Fawkes) to assassinate King James I of England and blow up the Houses of Parliament in 1605.

I always associate it the the 4th of July, even though I know it has NOTHING to do with that. However, it seems to be celebrated so much like the 4th of July, that they are the same in my head...sorry Brits!

Anyway, there was a huge fireworks show going down on Friday night. We decided to bundle up and go watch it, stopping at Starbucks along the way. Due to the Starbucks pit stop, we were a little late for the show, which I actually think was a good thing. We watched the fireworks from about a half a mile away and didn't have to deal with the crowds.

Though this wasn't Connor's first time being at a fireworks show, it was the first time he paid attention. At past shows, I remember babies crying from the noise, so I was prepared for a meltdown. But, Connor just stared with his mouth open. It was so cute.




I was glad we got to share this independence day Guy Fawkes day with Connor...even if people did fireworks outside our house for the rest of the freaking night.

Castle Fireworks

On Saturday night, Ian and I wondered out to take some photos of the fireworks show that happens over the castle during the Military Tattoo. Unfortunately for us, we had already moved our tripod to our new home, so we had to try to take these pictures with our own steady hands. It was a challenge, but we did manage to get a couple good pictures.