Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Sweating at the Melon Fest


The Hope Watermelon Festival is a can't-miss for the Bauer Bunch, even on days when the sidewalk could cook an omelet.

I bet you could take a stab at the forecast last weekend as we talked about what we wanted to accomplish before we melted. To put it into actual digits, the heat index was 111 on my phone when we pulled onto the highway and headed south. Honestly, though, I wouldn't have it any other way. Every August since I was 7 years old I have sweated my way through watermelon eating, face painting, and rows of craft shopping. As a mother, however, I've narrowed my options. The boys were focused on two things: food and bounce houses. That, my friend, is exactly what we made happen.


Although Owen had been intrigued by ball pits, bounce castles, and blow-up obstacle courses for years, he had never been able to muster up the courage to actually step inside. This year was his year, though. He had a great time jumping around. I can see it in the sweaty brow and big grin. Filed under Item Two on our two-item festival list were super sugary lemonades, a couple of jumbo corn dogs, a snow cone, fried cheese, and of course, a nice dollar slab of fruit.


We almost lasted an entire hour in the relentless heat, which is pretty good for a gang of two adults and three wild children. Thankfully, we had the keys to the grandparents' place and decided the best post-festival stop was straight into the water:


Good choice, I think. Did any of y'all attend the Watermelon Festival last weekend? Did anyone last more than 45 minutes?? If so, high-fives to the troopers.


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