For the first time as a family, we went down to Memorial Park for the Balloon Classic. I was worried this event would happen at all, since we had already had a couple of swing-and-a-miss attempts during the weekend. Despite our early morning stupor, however, we made it, and it was all worth it to see all three of the kids with their eyes wide, watching the beautiful balloons rising up into the sky with the mountains in the background.
It’s hard to concentrate on breakfast when those magical things are flying in the sky, even if breakfast is Mommy’s homemade cinnamon rolls.
Prince’s favorite:
Princess’ favorite:
By the way, the title of this post comes from Princess. She was trying to say, of course, “hot air balloons.”
It was fun to pick a balloon that was still grounded and stick with it throughout the inflating and lifting off. We felt a sort of victory as it rose into the air, as if we had helped in some way. Everyone was cheering and clapping.
But we ended the day with three happy kids…
…who all fell asleep in the car on the way home and then wouldn’t nap for the rest of the day, finally collapsing into bed well past their normal bedtime, wired and exhausted and loopy.
It was totally worth it.
