Hannah and Isaac's godfather is visiting us for the whole month of August. He and Brian found out about this hot air balloon festival, and, of course, they planned a day of it. Turns out that we never saw even one single hot air balloon. We never figured out where they went or what the deal was. So we attempted to fly a kite and ate a bunch of German fest food. Then the kids rolled around, buried themselves, and got covered in itchy hay.
As usual, Hannah didn't have a single straw of hay on her. She always manages to keep clean. Nonetheless, they all had a bath/shower when we got home. There was no avoiding it.