After all the baking and decorating and partying, we finally found ourselves with a week off. We still had our usual scheduled activities to handle during the week, but the weekend was completely free. We took that as an opportunity to have a little family time.
Every couple of weeks, Owen asks to tag along for t-ball practice, and we’re usually happy to allow it. For the most part he’s content to just play at the park near the field, but sometimes he wanders back over to where the action is.
Soon, little guy. Soon.
The week was spent in a half-zombified state due to all the insanity of the prior weekend. We felt well rested enough on Saturday to put a stop to our laziness, so we took the boys out for what has become an annual tradition.
Of course, that’s a little out of order, given that they didn’t do the balloon glow until just before we headed out. When we arrived, the scene looked a little different.
We headed into the festival space in search of snacks and dinner, and while we were wandering around the boys got to see the skydivers up close.
We headed back to our staked claim and sat down to relax and wait for some fun to happen.
We all had lots of fun, ate way too much junk food, and headed home nice and sleepy. On the way to the car, we asked Owen what his favorite part was.
If you want to see the remaining few photos from our trip to the balloon festival, you can click here. Otherwise, we’ll see you next time!