I woke up at 5:30am, put on some mascara so that I'd look a little less tired, threw on my new favorite sweater that belonged to Aunt Debbie, and went to wake up the troops. The kids were ohsoexcited to get up in the dark. We were on the road by 6:00am and after a quick necessary drive-thru at Starbucks we were on our way, 15 minutes down the freeway to the hot air balloon festival. Our adventure, in pictures:
Nice pose, right? Lauren was happy, just a little stunned. It's not everyday she's plucked from her crib, thrown into polkadots, and then into her carseat in the dark. She was still wondering what the hell was going on.
The girl is putting me out of work
After spending $32 on a pancake breakfast that no one ate, we went to watch the inflation and the launch of the hot air balloons. It's equally as exciting for the adults as it is for the kids.
Right overhead. So neat.
I'm all for self expression but really? This? On your calf?
After an hour William started to do what William does best - turn into an emotional teenage girl. That's when I start to do what I do best. Pretend like it's not happening.
There were lots of kids activities, this drew William out of his funk.
We spent some time in the field playing while waiting to see the skydivers. Here's our own personal little skydiver. My favorite part of this photo is the shadow of them on the grass.
She turned 18 months old yesterday and she looks every bit of it.
I allowed Drew and William to go on this ride. I still can't believe it. I swore my kids wouldn't ride anything assembled by a Carnie. If I zoomed in you'd see their smiling faces, though. And they survived.
We did a few other things but I didn't photograph them all. It's a great annual fundraiser and a great time. Great family time. I'll get up before the sun anyday if it means family, fun, and memories.