My success at keeping the blog current was short-lived, but don't worry... we are back and everyone is in good form.
The Fourth of July has always been one of my favorite holidays. I would imagine that stems from years of celebrating in Lake City, Colorado with my family, when we were growing up. There was a genuine parade in the morning, family field games in the afternoon, food on a stick purchased from smoking stands, bingo in the early evening and fireworks at night, shot off from the water tower on the side of the mountain that overlooks the town park. Good times. As far as I know the same celebration occurs each year, and I look forward to taking my family in the near future.
Aaron surveying the area...
My boys waiting on me, as usual.
Alan and Aaron checked out the extravagant petting zoo...
It had everything...lambs, goats, bunnies, chickens...
An enormous pig (check middle right of photo below)...
Duly noted.
Though Adam was confined to his stroller, he enjoyed watching the "Du" cks from outside the fence.
They did have a "parade," consisting of a the Georgetown FD pipes and drums, one classic car and a herd of decorated strollers and small children on bicycles.
I had to document us somehow...
So then Aaron saw the inflated jumpy things in the mini-carnival they had set up and decided he wanted to try a few. The slide (see video) was a bust. It was large and slightly intimidating, even for me as I went on a assistance mission, so perhaps he was doomed from the start. Then the trampoline was just a little too much for him, and too, meant for bigger kids. See the child laying prostrate in the center, that's our son.
Ah, here's something we can all appreciate... a supped up riding lawnmower, disguised as a train, pulling passenger cars. Once the carnie driver figured out how to refuel, they were off...
Alan held Aaron because the ride was so bumpy, he couldn't stay in the seat.
Documentation (again, my program wasn't cooperating, so the title screen may not show up correctly).
We thought we would have a little more luck with the pint-sized blow ups. This one was some sort of worm creature with an opening at both ends (gross) and a little area on the interior with things dangling down for the kids to run through... it looked like the worm's guts to me. So, he took his shoes off and with a little Daddy pep talk, he went in.
We waited, and waited... kids kept coming down the slide at the other end, some making multiple laps... but no Aaron. A peek in the plastic window revealed our goofy kid playing around inside, but refusing to go up the slide and come out. I ran another rescue mission, inside the three-hundred degree guts of the inflatable worm and we were finished wasting time with the carnival.
It was getting hot and crowded, so we headed for the car.
They were hot, grumpy, and tired already, so this was the best I could do. They had matching festive shirts.
It wouldn't be the Fourth of July without some sort of classic vehicles. There were three parked under a tree.
When we got home Alan decided he needed more torture so he moved giant rocks around the yard to start creating a flower bed in the backyard.
While we watched from the a/c and cooled off.
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