Every Labor Day weekend, Colorado Springs has a hot air balloon launch. We have gone for years, waking up at 5 AM to see the balloons launch at dawn. It's an awesome experience watching the huge silky balloons slowly swell with warm air, the heat from the burner warming your face. The balloons usually launch in groups, one cluster of them float off into the sky while you watch the second wave unloading.
Sadly, this year it was too windy in the surrounding areas to launch the balloons safely. I have never been to the Classic when they didn't launch the balloons, so it was a bit shocking to go and not get to see them! Of course, this was the first year Jacob went and I was hoping to see him lose his baby mind over it.
It is was, he was not impressed. Getting up at 6 AM when you went to bed at 11:30 PM is not quite the life of a toddler. Especially when you have to get up and sit in a stroller, wrapped in a blanket and still shivering. He wanted his rocking chair and a cup of juice with his "Mover's" episodes.
Next year, baby duck. Next year!
Instead of watching the balloons, we went to breakfast and a quick stop at the Farmer's Market, where Jacob happened upon a playground hidden from view and full of little blonde boys in grey shirts. Luckily, he was in a bright red Curious George shirt and the messiest bedhead to be found.
He went to bed at 6:30 this evening. I drove home from Gramma's house and he passed out in the first 5 minutes. When I took him out of the carseat, he was already drooling. A trip to the neighbors didn't wake him up. Daddy tickling his neck didn't work. Changing his diaper and putting his pajamas on made him sad but as soon as I picked him up, he drooled on my neck and slumped on my shoulder. I'm sure I'm in for a 5 AM wakeup, but we'll make it through!