we all sort of stumbled out of bed after a late night and a happy, smiling, eyes wide open baby in the middle of the night. Ugh. I sent Douglas to do his chicken chores and started the pancake batter.
Back in rushed Douglas, then back out again, doors slamming, followed by three of his siblings, one without pants and a few without shoes. This is what all the hoopla was about:
Two hot air balloons floating over the house and landing in the field across the road. Fun stuff.