It’s Friday (or Thursday night, whatever). Here’s a rundown of my week, and it’s sparkling moments.

I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m pretty darn good baker. I may even go pro one day. I mean, just look how the kiddo gulped down his banana muffin.

I’ve also realized that the kiddo has an exceptionally bright future ahead of him. Phew, that’s a weight off my shoulders.

Whether it be a quarter back for the Packers (no pressure)…

…or an starving artist.

All I can say, is if he’s an artist, he better marry rich. And if he’s a quarter back, he better send some of that dough our way.

Finally, this convo with the kido:

Kiddo: You’re not a girl momma!

Me: Yes I am, I’m a girl, or a lady.

Kiddo: NO, you’re not (can you just hear the snottiness in that answer).

Me: I’m not? What am I?

Kiddo: You’re just a momma, Momma!

No wonder I’m having an identity crisis.

This post is proudly linked up with: Finer Things Friday (Amy’s Finer Things) Give Me Your Best Shot (Better in Bulk), Photo Story Friday (My Chaos, My Bliss) and !!! (Bad Mommy Moments).

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In our town there’s a yearly tradition that has quickly become something that our family looks forward to every year. It’s marked on our calendar, and as the weeks go by, the anticipation builds and grows.

It’s the Annual Balloon Ralley and Glow, and Rib Fest and Chalk Fest. Or as we like to call it, Balloons, Fireworks and a Side of Ribs.

Picture this:

10 balloons hovering over the ground and dusk, all glowing on and off. Making soft music with the “whooooooossssssshhhhh” of the fire pumped into them.

Artist’s crafting masterpieces using nothing but chalk and sidewalks.

Five stands all touting the best ribs, pulled pork and chicken, from all across the country. All of which survived a rather sudden and damaging hail storm. Thankfully we missed all of the excitement.

And to end a perfect day, a little boy’s very first fireworks.

Before the fireworks started, we talked about how they would be loud and that he could simply make earmuffs by putting his hands over his ears if he needed to. Then we practiced. A few minutes into the fireworks he decided that he didn’t need the earmuffs after all.

Until the end, when he loudly proclaimed, “It’s time to turn them [fireworks] OFF”. Which was met by chuckles from the surrounding families.

What were your sparkling moments this week?

This post is proudly linked up with: Finer Things Friday (Amy’s Finer Things) Give Me Your Best Shot (Better in Bulk), Photo Story Friday (My Chaos, My Bliss) and !!! (Momalom).