Sebastian and I gaze onto a higher plane
Sebastian can't take his eyes off of Smokey, not even to get his picture taken
Squinting (a bit angrily) into the sun
We had a great time at this year's Independence Day festivities in Provo. Abraham and Sebastian both liked the parade, the hot air balloons, and especially the fireworks. (I wish I had some pictures of those--but they never turn out how you want them to, anyway.) Sebastian, especially, was
fascinated by the fireworks. He sat completely still on my lap--a very, very rare occurence--and just
stared. (If we could somehow figure out how to incorporate fireworks into sacrament meeting, our Sundays might be a bit easier.) Anyway, the hot air balloons were great too. They had a Smokey the Bear balloon, a pig balloon, a strawberry balloon, and (new this year) a house balloon. Plus my favorite rainbow-colored ones, and more. We watched them inflate and then soar up into the sky. Abraham pointed out that if you were in a hot air balloon, and you wanted to eat something, you could heat it up in the fire. And Sebby just pointed at the balloons, expectantly, like he wanted us to do something about them. (Summon them closer, perhaps.)
Sebastian and I gaze onto a higher plane
Sebastian can't take his eyes off of Smokey, not even to get his picture taken
Squinting (a bit angrily) into the sun
We had a great time at this year's Independence Day festivities in Provo. Abraham and Sebastian both liked the parade, the hot air balloons, and especially the fireworks. (I wish I had some pictures of those--but they never turn out how you want them to, anyway.) Sebastian, especially, was fascinated by the fireworks. He sat completely still on my lap--a very, very rare occurence--and just stared. (If we could somehow figure out how to incorporate fireworks into sacrament meeting, our Sundays might be a bit easier.) Anyway, the hot air balloons were great too. They had a Smokey the Bear balloon, a pig balloon, a strawberry balloon, and (new this year) a house balloon. Plus my favorite rainbow-colored ones, and more. We watched them inflate and then soar up into the sky. Abraham pointed out that if you were in a hot air balloon, and you wanted to eat something, you could heat it up in the fire. And Sebby just pointed at the balloons, expectantly, like he wanted us to do something about them. (Summon them closer, perhaps.)
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