Surprise, surprise. I managed a post. I wish I had a better excuse to why my posts aren't regular or become fewer and fewer, but to sound like a broken record we're just busy.
We've had and still have company coming most of this month (yay!), the boys are busy with school and activities, we try to do fun stuff together on the weekend as a family or with friends, and I'm subbing when I can. So yep, same excuse, pretty boring. We're just busy.
So Labor Day Weekend rolled in. We watched some football and soccer and then Monday rolled around and a friend reminded me it was the last day of the Labor Day Liftoff Balloon Festival. It's apparently a pretty big deal here, and we didn't get to go last year so we figured "when in Rome."
We got to the field bright and early.
The tradition is for the balloons to fly over the lake and skim the water with their baskets before climbing into the sky. Most of the balloon fliers were experts, there was one balloon that dunked its whole basket in the water and nearly got the whole balloon sucked down with it. That was a little bit scary but also exciting.
Having those balloons flying overhead was so much fun. The inner child in me was definitely squealing and hand-clapping. It couldn't have been a more perfect day or experience.
I didn't take the boys. It was pretty early when I left and they were still asleep. Plus, for once it was nice to just enjoy and not have to explain to a child why this was fun and why they should be enjoying the experience. When I got back home, they didn't seem disappointed about not going, so I considered it a win-win situation.