Full of Hot Air

Different hot air balloon festivals are cropping up in our area, so we decided to go to one. I checked the take-off time for the balloons and off we went. When we got there we kept searching the skies for balloons. There were lots of little kids hanging onto helium balloons, so T got a kick out of saying "Balloon!" and watching us jerk our heads up to the sky, looking for a hot air balloon every time.  After talking with the crew chief of one of the balloons, we found out that unless the wind died down, the balloons couldn't leave the ground. They also had to be on the ground at sundown which was in an hour. Unfortunately, the wind never died down which made for a pleasant evening...a pleasant evening with no balloons. The balloonists were able to inflate their balloons, so we could see what they looked like.

 When Pigs Fly...

We had a fun time anyway, looking at the different vendors. I even found some baklava!

 The cuties! 

 The parents.  

Big, bad L!

He tucked his shirt in so he could do somersaults and cart wheels without showing off his manly chest and stomach. That or he's doing his grandpa impersonation. 

I can say that because that's something Bumpa taught him.  

 X-man showing us his cart wheel. 

And his grandpa impersonation. 

Miss A after her cartwheel. 

She would only do one if one of the boys did a handstand. 

L did--with T's help, so she had to be a woman of her word!

T remembers seeing many hot air balloons floating high, growing up near the Hot Air Balloon Capital. He wants to show it to us some time. 

Even though the balloons didn't fly, we had a great family time. 

I love my family.