|Glow, baby, glow!|
|Hot air balloon mass ascension|
Isaac actually calls any balloon a ‘hot air balloon.’
“No, this is just a balloon. Maybe a helium balloon if you want to get technical.”
“No, Mommy, it’s hot air balloon.”
That started last year when we got him a little hot air balloon to hang over his changing table. Purchased at this very festival, of course. Now that it’s been a year of misnaming, maybe we should try harder with the corrective learning.
Anyway, the festival is Fathers Day weekend every year at the Foley Sports Complex in Alabama. Parking is $5 or there’s a free shuttle from the Tangier Outlets. It wasn’t very crowded at all either time we went, and Isaac was so fascinated that we actually stayed on the grounds until 9:30pm, eating gyros and ice cream while the balloons flickered and glowed. Late night party people over here! We drove home on farm roads heading straight toward a swollen, honey moon.
|Happy Fathers Day, DAD!|
Another day trip success!