Fourth Festivities Part One

We began our Fourth of July celebrating on Saturday.  We began the day early (I actually woke the children, which I know is taking points off the board) with the balloon festival.  We went down to Fox Field and watched the hot air balloons launching.  We weren't up early enough to see the inflating.  Oh well.  There were several balloons that remained low, so we were able to see those up close, and Evil Dr. Pork Chop was there again too.    There was a Darth Vader balloon that made Brandt very nervous.  There were costumed people roaming around (Darth Vader and Storm Troopers) who also made him nervous.  He was worked up enough that when I stepped through a fence to take a better picture of the balloon, Brandt cried out, "No Mom! Don't go in there!"

After ballooning, we went to Grandma Sue's house for french toast with buttermilk syrup, bacon and sausage, scrambled eggs, juice, and beautiful red and blue berries.  We were joined by Eugene and Sharae and their posse, and two stray cousins, Ava and Griffin, who were lured into the house by the siren song of french toast, or the call of the cousins.  Either way, we were a jolly group for breakfast.  I was too consumed with consumption to take any pictures.  All was very tasty.  This was the second year in a row we have done balloons and french toast, so I suppose it is now, officially, a Fourth tradition.

This Coke balloon is the tallest one in the world.

It didn't go up because supposedly there isn't a place in Provo big enough for it to land.

I beg to disagree.  

The field across the street from our house would be plenty big enough.

And if it landed there, we would even be happy to help wrap it up.

Brandt nervously watching a Storm Trooper who was getting a little too close.  

Like twenty yards away, too close.

Balloons with beautiful Timp in the background.

Don't go in there!