I know, can you believe it? Three posts in one day. I really must be trying not to do anything around the house. ANYWAY.... We went to Aunt Becky's house for a party yesterday. Everything was going great, Katie was having a good time. Well, yeah, there were a few rough patches but she worked through them and really started enjoying herself when another little girl showed up. She was really looking forward to the fireworks too and loved the little ones that the older kids did on a driveway. So time for the big fireworks comes and we pull up some seats. She's on the chair next to me as they start. At first she was mesmerized and wanted to run around collecting the "fire sticks" that were landing. Of course we only let her grab one that landed nearby, but she really wanted to collect a few.
Then the nice fireworks started. You know, the ones that explode into lots of sparkly colors. I'm looking up at one and then look over at my daughter to see her reaction. Instead of the open mouthed surprise and happiness I expect to see, I see sheer terror in her eyes. She told me that she was scared and popped onto my lap. I thought that once she was in my lap she would be alright. Until the next one went up. Picture screaming hysterically while Daddy carries her inside followed closely by Mommy. She apparently is afraid of them falling on her, although I'm not sure why. She tried a couple more times to watch them. The last time she actually asked, "Why am I scared of them while everyone else is enjoying them?" I told her that maybe she was just a bit too young.
We are going to a roof-top party Tuesday night and will be watching the fireworks over the lake. She thinks that she will be okay if the fireworks are far away. We'll see.