You can click the picture to see it larger and really see the look on our Mark's face - the boy in the orange shirt. He surprised me the most this year. Last year he didn't want to ride on anything, this year he rode everything. He'd begin each ride with that expression - and then he'd get that look of fear running over his face and I'd have to look away, but he came off each ride happy.
edited to add a photo of the other expression:
Me: Mark, is this your scared face?
Me: Were you scared?
Mark: yeah, but then Wendy told me to relax and I did.
It's going to take me a bit to go through all my balloonfest photos. I slept until a delicious 9am this morning, only waking up prior to a bit of confusion when Greg's alarm went off. He was gone all weekend, and is gone all this coming week - so I couldn't quite figure out whose alarm...and why. Stumbling my brain through it, I quickly mumbled a quick good-bye and fell back to sleep. I tallied it up and between single parenting, carnival, balloonfest, and related activities - I put in 5 hours of balloonfest on friday, 11 hours on saturday (taking a break in the afternoon for soccer) and 13 hours sunday. I lost track of how many times I ran back and forth from home, but the gate attendees finally started recognizing me on the final day, even when I switched out cars so Greg could take a look under the van hood before he left again and tell me why I have to keep sweet talking it to start.
It'll take me a bit to go through photos and get them posted, but thankfully this week is a nothing week. No camps, no soccer, no karate - nothing, just getting ready for camping and going through photos.