So Malia stayed up late with us watching the Bachelorette. Oh it was so bad, like a car crash you couldn’t look away from. We stayed up really late. Like, until 2 AM. Then we got up at 5:30, to be to Provo by 6. Why would we do this? It was the 4th of July Hot Air Balloon festival and pancake breaky!
We made it!
The kids were there in body, if not in spirit.
Our first stop was the line for pancakes!
As we were sitting down, Mom and Dad arrived:
And while we ate, KP arrived! She was there meeting up with some other friends too.
The whole thing was very delicate, and the temperature really dictates everything. So we were there waiting for what seemed like forever before much of anything happened.
Soon enough, they started to unfurl balloons.
Mom was in heaven. Dad was there.
KP’s friend was sick, but here three kids were feeling just fine. So she offered to take them for her for a while. It was pretty funny.
The instant that the light came over the mountains, about an hour after our arrival, balloons all around us started filling up.
Something was happening and we were all thrilled.
I think the kids were excited, but getting tired, so we both had a kid on our shoulders.
After the balloons we went shopping for the BBQ. Malia found her drink on sale.
We watched more Bachelorette, and did a hot air balloon puzzle.
I even got a nap with this guy.