Yesterday we got up at 5:30 to go to Provo's hot air balloon festival. On Thursday night (and when my alarm went off) I was wondering why we do this every year, but once I was up and about I enjoyed the early morning hours.
My kids were cold and glad they had brought sweatshirts and blankets. (I, of course, was wearing a short sleeve t-shirt and felt fine.)
Following tradition, we got hash browns, biscuits, and o.j. from McDonald's. (I love orange juice. Why do I never buy it? It's like an annual treat.)
early-morning SPT for documentation
Eva got the last pink frisbee and was quite pleased. Here she is working on some moves.
I decided that this is my favorite balloon – I love the flags hanging off the sides. (I'm generally a fan of anything that cascades.)
A huge line of people helping to collapse and roll up a deflated balloon.All the kids started running around, playing frisbee and making up all kinds of games. They were very kind to include Eva.
The kids made a tunnel for Eva to crawl through, but she didn't get the concept at first and kept trying to go through the sides rather than the ends!
The balloons didn't launch again due to too much wind, but this one lifted off momentarily, and that was as good as it got this year. Too bad, I love it when they all lift off and you can see them from underneath.For some reason, the usual get-up-and-shake-it music was replaced by decidedly muzak tunes, reaching a new low when Moon River started up. It was weird, and definitely messed with Jill's groove.
But as she says, hey, we did something!


























