Stadium of Fire

For the night of the 4th of July we got to cross off one of the big items on our Utah bucket list. Thanks to Bryan's brother, we went to Stadium of Fire. Dallin had access to discounted tickets and he and his wife treated us as birthday gifts to me and Bryan. We had never been, but had wanted to for quite some time.

Stadium of Fire is a huge concert and fireworks show that the city of Provo puts on every year at the BYU stadium. During the show, the organizer told the crowd that it was the largest stadium fireworks show in the country. This year the headliner was Kelly Clarkson.

Peter does not like fireworks, he never has. They're too loud and he's not a big fan of things that burn. When we told the kids we would be going, Cooper and Phoebe were excited, Peter was terrified.

He sat and worried all through the welcome and opening dance number, he continued through the color guard and the National Anthem. The opening act of Carly Rae Jepsen didn't assuage his fears, nor did the performance from Cirque du Soleil. But when Kelly Clarkson broke into song, he forgot about the fireworks. I think she's gained a new fan.

Seriously though, she put on a great show. Granted, I don't have anything to compare it to. If you don't count shows of the choir and band variety, this was my first concert. It only took me thirty-three years to get to one. The whole crowd danced and sang along, but no one danced quite as much as Phoebe. She was feeling it. That girl has dancing in her soul.

Cooper enjoyed it too, but by the time the fireworks started he leaned over and asked if it was bedtime yet. Considering it didn't even start until an hour past bedtime, I don't blame him for being tired.

Peter handled the fireworks, mostly. He didn't start to fret until after they'd been going on for some time. Cooper snuggled against me and watched the lights explode over our heads. And Phoebe? About a quarter of the way through she nodded off. I knew she was good at sleeping through the boys' din, but that night she exhibited true powers of blocking out noise.

We got home around 11:30, Phoebe still asleep and the boys dragging. Cooper put himself to bed without being prompted, the first time in his life that has happened. Peter finally submitted to sleep sometime after 12:30. We warned Dallin and Melody, who were staying at our house that night, that everyone would wake up at seven, regardless of what time they'd gone to sleep.

But guess what!? We were wrong! Phoebe was the first one up (and I was a close second due to her insistent calls) and she didn't rouse until 9:20! I call that an Independence Day miracle.

Thank you Dallin and Melody!

 Red, white, and blue

 Uncle Dallin, Aunt Melody, and Peter at the stadium

 Oh, look! Cooper's there too!

 Proof Phoebe and I were there

Phoebe starting to dance

Proof that Bryan was there and that Peter was nervous