That was the theme for this year's Annual Bloomfield Manor Balloonfest. You may remember me blogging about the event last year. (Click that link and you can read last year's and this year's together on the same page. Scroll down for last year's.) Now that I've gone more than once, I can tell you that the event doesn't change much from year to year. Including what I put on my children, apparently. (Check out the link and check out Devon's shirt.)
Once again, we very much enjoyed ourselves. It's just so much fun to go to a community event and know, or at least recognize, so many of the people there.
We give the kids a fistful of tickets and they run off to use them up on carnival games, ice cream, and pony rides.
Highlights this year were the Cripple Creek Cloggers
Our neighbor, Dave the Police Chief, in the parade,
Helen Kirch- yodeler
The Lone Geriatric Ranger
big shiny fire engines
and gathering handfuls of candy from the parade.
At the end of the evening our kids are filthy and sticky and running on a sugar high.
Quite possibly the very best part of the night is the walk back to the car at dusk. The moon was high, the prairie grasses waving on the rolling hills.
And last, but certainly not least, the funniest picture of the night:
It's not the pee (I'm not THAT juvenile) as much as Devon's response to it. Cracks me up every time I look at it!