I come from a family of over-celebraters. Â As a child I had naturally assumed every family had not only Christmas decorations, but also an array of Easter decorations, Halloween Decorations, and 4th of July paraphernalia. Â ItÂ wasnâ€™t until I grew older that I understood that Memorial Day and Labor Day are not actively celebrated holidays for most families. Â In my family every holiday is an event, and every event is a party. Â This means themed weekends with historical research, homemade costumes, and period-specific antiques dug up from grandmaâ€™s basement. It means multiple Birthday celebrations, because lunch with friends didnâ€™t involve cake, and the party with family wasnâ€™t on your actual Birthday, and if the present arrives late there should be some sort of event associated with opening it. Â Iâ€™m kidding (kind of).
I think the reason I never saw this as anything extraordinary is because it is so clearly a part of who I am in this family. Â I am an over celebrator. Â Each Wednesday farmers market in summer, every live music event downtown, any oddity that Iâ€™ve discovered… I want to be there and I want the full experience. Iâ€™m tempted to blame the beginning of this phenomenon on my wanderlustly mother, but only a moment discussing party plans with my grandma and I know this is not the case.
These photos were taken last weekend at the Baileys Harbor Winter Carnival on Kangaroo Lake. Â We spent the day on the ice eating Coyote Roadhouse chili, and watching pond hockey and snowmobile races. Â As it does, the morning carnival stretched into the afternoon and became pizza at my uncleâ€™s house, night ice skating in Sister Bay, and a family movie night… because every event is a party. 🙂